Winter in Amerikkka
Winter’s child has fallen
gone with the wind
but not forgotten
for who can forget
the torture of its cold grip
bold words of hate
issuing forth from thin lips
and the blood
drawn from black backs
cracked by fat whips
who can forget
those damned ships
Crossing the very waters
from whom
winter’s child was born
unto whom
it must return
when the sun comes back at dawn
for winter’s child is falling
and London's bridge is not far behind
as the royal family loses its royal mind
they seek to turn back the hands of time
to keep the son from rising
but time marches on
Like a faithful servant to the Most High
time refuses to wait
bringing Rome to its knees in a day
winter is not here to stay
for under its cold grip
bold men’s blood turn gay
sisters play
with their divine powers
children stray
far from this way of ours
Beguiled by the blue skies
disguised in the eyes of winter’s falling child
hypnotized by what lies
beneath the falling snow
lies televised
thru the medium of their favorite show
their bodies grow
but their minds are frozen in time
so time marches on
Modulating frequencies
so that bands of energies
become bonds of families
our word must be bond again
we must be born again
for soon comes that sound again
like taps played on Gabriel’s horn again
and once again
we be torn again
like leaves in the wind we’ll be gone again
so let’s come together again
and say auuuung again
While fools rush like swine
to the brink of Armageddon
let’s take God’s arm again
let’s elevate
let Divine Power resonate
thru you and me
wake consciousness to the we degree
as we meditate
Brain waves intensify
as thought waves give birth to sound waves
lift every voice and sing
as spoken words of power
are carried on the wings of the wind
amplified
by the crystallized Stone Mountains of Georgia
channeled
by the pyramids of Giza
triangulated
into the abdominal chakra of the Orion Nebula
auuuung!
and time marches on
Tick tock goes the cosmological clock
rich fools lose their lives in stocks
masters degrees
hang worthlessly from bloodstained walls
and winter’s child continues to fall
Rumors of wars become wars
pale men lose their balls to the Moors
ravens take flight
clouds once white
sense their impending doom
now consumed
with the blackness of the perfect storm
Broken windows
witness the plunge of their egos
the hot breath of black bulls
too long tortured in their senseless rituals
finds the pale frail driven snow
auuuung!
and time marches On
Winter’s child has fallen
reduced to muddy puddles
by the warmth of the Sun
we may forgive now
but let’s not forget
its cold grip
its thin lips
auuung!
© 2001 from the book Endangered Speeches
Move The Village
Move The Village
To Higher Ground
Comes The Storm
Comes The Storm
By Rudwaan
Comments
WOW! What a wonderful poem and elegant description of the Most High's intent to intervene and set His people free to re-instate sanity into an insane society and world. Wonderful words of wisdom and truth, my friend. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. Sometimes, I feel our people are totally out to lunch, but compositions like this and others renew my confidence that a "remnant" is in existence. Shalom. Shalom, my friends.