Black Poetry : The Murder of Thy Brother Councilman James Davis

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The Murder of Thy Brother Councilman
    James E.
    Davis of Brooklyn

    The sins of human birth ,
    that brings a revolution of change,
    to an open burial ground of shame.
    Jealousy by the death of thy brother right hand,
    and hate that lingers within the blood,
    of thy family tree, for who is it that proclaims,
    a revolution leaders without honor,
    to kill his brother, who fights for the liberation,
    of a people who just don’t give a dam,
    repeat of thy brother who hanged, from the cross
    giving life that man shall be free,
    many leaders who died for his brother,
    the history repeats,
    a blind man who is to lazy to fight for self,
    and stand behind the proclamation of Justice.

    Nevertheless he screams for unity,
    and he kills his brother,
    as a snake that hides to claim,
    his victim by surprise.
    Through the emancipation of a leader,
    who seeks for authority within a closed mind,
    who kills a king.

    It is not honor of a man to take a life,
    for the notarization he is better than the next.
    Through the history of thy legacies,
    the division of a people,
    and the hero is the marksman,
    of a devise mind who has no loyalty of life.
    To kill a hero who gives his honor to thy God,
    as the devil claims his life,
    and the serpent who pretends,
    that the warriors of change,
    shall be killed in honor of a hypocrisies,
    of ideology of a man made devil.

    The armor of thy brother,
    who tried to make change,
    as those who sit back in judgment,
    thirsting for acknowledgement,
    the serpent that resides in black face.

    Like crabs in a barrel ,
    the windows of a divise tunnel,
    I shall destroy the great works ,
    of a liberation that my people,
    shall feel the wraths of thy on dilemma of denial,
    I am the better man.
    He lives within a devise tunnel ,
    within his own horror of hell.
    In pretense of revolution that don’t exists,
    a hero nothing but a sandwich.

    There shall be no dismay,
    in the pretense of betrayal ,
    as my brother walked hand and hand,
    killing thy brother with the hate that he displayed.
    A coward he kills a man with false face.
    The forgiving heart,
    that tries to come together in unity,
    as thy brother who hide behind revolution,
    to kill his brother witness by those who laughs,
    at the division of a people who refuse to unite in love.

    I shall rise above the night.
    Give me love are give me death.
    The songs of love ,
    shall no longer be faded ,
    within the songs of death,
    illusions of a want to be love.

    The brother who hides behind the mask,
    to stop the process of unity,
    by jealousy and hate.
    The proclamation of an indoctrination,
    the evolution of made up constitution,
    the cries of freedom that died,
    man the devise mind to kill a brother,
    who unifies killed by his own brother,
    that he hate because of the voices,
    which he express, love , unity,
    honor among all men.

    Terrors of hidden smiles, reluctance of men.
    Decayed visions of self worth,
    raping society. Let Freedom ring ,
    the bell has no tone.
    Unlocking the vault of an invisible man.
    Within the realms of justice ,
    thy people who refuse to link,
    The hanging of our own family tree.

    thy slate has to much dirt to fur fill,
    the acknowledgement of thy brothers,
    who have died for the freedom of a people,
    who sits in judgment of a demise ,
    complexity of bravery as his brother,
    takes his life this story has been told,
    many times when will we get it right,
    clean thy soul, you have killed my brother.

    I sing the songs of sadness,
    I shall never sleep through the night,
    thy conscious of the night cries,
    the faces that have been slaughtered,
    within my house history repeats,
    a people who refuse to stick together,
    who goes under a banner of liberation,
    and we wonder why our babies,
    are out of control.

    It is not the color of a man,
    who walks in the light for which it stands,
    it’s the honor of a man who stands,
    by the proclamation of justice ,
    for which he implements in a world,
    of humanity and love.

    Thy curse of the flesh has haunted,
    thy logic of the earth,
    thy wisdom has faded red to black.
    Thy people have invaded ,
    the sacred grounds of creations,
    nature cries to the tones of darkness,
    morality is dead.

    I have cut of thy right hand to spite thy face,
    I have plucked out my eyes in recognition,
    of a want a be man in disgrace,
    I walk among the living dead, forfeit your stool,
    you have killed my brother,
    through his emotions, and left many wounds.
    I the belly of the beast,
    you have cursed my children,
    the forth generation this Is the end.

    I take my beatings upon the earth,
    the darkness of sacred grounds ,
    have been cursed.
    There is no peace upon the earth,
    you slaved my brother.
    you took him to a level of no return.
    I the ego of my own disgrace,
    the lustful demons has disgrace
    the sanctuary of thy rib, you
    have shamed the temple where I create,
    I the life line of my ribs. I
    no longer see the heart of my ribs,
    I see the flesh which I live.
    forfeit your stool.

    The lights that shines,
    Within my eyes,
    Oh why do thy challenge sadness,
    Lifting from the burden, convictions,
    Beliefs, of a defective love,
    Humanity soars, transfusions of sanctuaries,
    That has no cause, the turning of the door,
    Explicitly spiritual matter of no meditation of thoughts,
    Determine through the dark windows,
    The manifestations will take place no more.

    I shall not embrace the thoughts of tears,
    Glimpse of heaven,
    Under my micro glass,
    Thou pass the beating of unwanted traitorous by truth.
    Illusions of the mind,
    death not proud, the edge, empty words,
    Mirror of salvation, dark wings, prophesies within.

    Its not the power of a man ,
    who lives upon the earth.
    The virus snake that runs foe to foe,
    unclean thoughts that plagues nations ,
    taunted by un- forgive able love,
    without human kindness he’s destructive to self.
    Crime against humanities wars that plaque the earth.
    The taste of bitter brimmed by curse.
    the thoughts that shivers,
    the summonsed of calm.
    Visioning mans voices of love,
    pleadings of peace be still.

    Sins of human birth, past down the evolution,
    of murder that grows within the blood streams,
    of generations that cursed the holy grounds.
    Words of calm sings out sending thy peace,
    lord of nations of men.
    Be thou my glory all that live,
    beneath the earth I will hear.
    The fears increase thy foes.
    Ascending to the almighty God.

    The evil of man shall not claim,
    the swords of man who sings his own song.

    I cried in the name of thy blood,
    I screamed freedom and peace to thy God.
    I cry from the holy hill no accommodations,
    now pleading my case to the almighty God.
    Thousands of voice cries the songs,
    of humanities may peace be restore upon the earth.

    To still my soul man awaits,
    The ancient dust that exhales,
    the devil in his clutch.

    The fountains that cry blood,
    title of conformity thy cross,
    survey the words of love.
    Oh thy brothers hand,
    thou shall confess their pride of hate,
    when justices sets a place for thee.
    When sinners fall the righteous shall stand.

    Integrity , society, program intercity,
    fear of slave mentality, exterminations,
    of a reproduction, hate me be me,
    see an self deceptions .
    The belly of the well, darkness continues,
    to breed darkness, death a release,
    better to be dead that a slave within self.

    Supreme power to defeat satins plan,
    against the world,
    and wicked men of satin rejoice.
    The rich shall look upon the poor,
    but shall be the same who often close,
    the saviors door. When time shall cease,
    shall pass no wealth, pull nor influence,
    will save the sinners plea.
    I pledge that the source of implementing,
    humanity through human kindness,
    shall bring forth unity among the soldiers of the lord.
    Deleting whose imitations of powers,
    for mans sake human decent,
    in Gods spoken words.
    Violence characterized to seek an humiliate,
    to embrace just law.

    Wisdom worth more than silver and gold
    The soul worth more than the man
    Who lives for the earth?
    Loyalty worth more than a man who has no honor to self
    Love greater than silver and gold.
    Trust stronger than the lion that roars
    Knowledge worthless with honor of self
    Understanding rationalization what comes first
    What comes last? Honor worthy than thieves in the night.

    Books of darkness, shall appear in the light of conscious,
    the master of the Universe shall return.
    Suppressed words are the source of confusion,
    censorship shall not be voided,
    when the laws come from God.
    Truth shall not come through the back door.

    Freeing self from the prisons, the behavior of life ,
    justice shall prevail,
    even though there is no bell are light.
    Faith bares its on hell
    The ultimate measures of a man,
    Is his thoughts that will one day be his hell.
    Fear not the truth upon the universe,
    fear not the truth among circles,
    fear not the truth,
    within the Pitts of mans own hell.
    Fear not the words of Gods world.
    Fear man who will send you to hell.
  2. 1poetsought

    1poetsought Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Condolences To The Davis Family

    What a powerfully emotional response! My heart is with yours in this matter. Wounded as a people, what will survive- :(
  3. Bluewater

    Bluewater Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    hey ASHANTA
    like always
    your scribe
    is powerful
    and deep
    thank you
    for the read
  4. PlayWitItPimp05

    PlayWitItPimp05 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    a perfectly blighted planet where soul-searching i
    :toast: This is amazing and powerful....
    Beautiful dedication and realism in dis piece....
    Oh ASHANTA you continue to amaze me...

    :heart: :heart: PLAY :heart: :heart:

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Let peace be still blessings.
  6. SwtT

    SwtT Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this is so powerful ashanta....

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Blessings lets keep hope alive as my brother who I knew, we must stop the division between us. And lift each other up. within the dismise of jealousy and hate, we will never make it to the rights of passage. To kill a brother out of jealousy who brought unity for our people, as the story ended to kill self.

    We wear the mask, we pledge the blood, but we turn our head to truth, like the angel who brings water to the dead.
    There shall be no solution to the open doors that will lead our children through.
  8. MORE

    MORE Banned MEMBER

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    truly truly your best work., this was very profound,jealousy is cruel as the grave... how many live have we lost behind it...

    anotber brother, another struggel we continue......

    :confused: :confused: :confused:

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Very True More and I am please that many of us can identify with the logic of our own genocide.
  10. triniti424

    triniti424 going above and beyond PREMIUM MEMBER

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    My condolences....this was lovely Ashanta.