To Whom it May Concern

March 2, 2016

I raise my fist to where God sits on high

wishing he would step down low

lower then your shallow thoughts of what beauty should be

with a smile as luminous as Mr. Clean

as he Miyagi's our perceptions

waxing on thicker layers of love,

waxing off the stitch of historical hate

calming our minds,

as he trains inner warriors of peace

street fighters for the truth

a justice league defending the world from an invasion

of wicked villains disguised as nurturers, protectors, educators, and leaders

My how big your hands are

my how huge your teeth are

a wolf laying on a bed of bones

under a blanket of tricks and scams

watching your mouth salivate

thinking how tasty my dreams of unity and peace would be

sprinkled with your poisonous seasoning of corruption

but under this red riding hood

is a young man covered by the blood

of every soul you trampled to build an empire

that is sure to crumble at the very tip of my blistered feet

so like jack and jill

i trot up that hill of failed attempts and false success

and Rome came tumbling after

united in a ring around these roses

growing through the concrete pockets full of hopeless

Akuna Matata Ohana......

Akuna Matata Ohana

it means no worries for the rest of our days

Fam we leave'n nobody can stay

so leave your bags

grab your soul

we're running down the underground railroad

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