Before They Silence My Voice

Before they silence my voice Under jackboots and bone crushing dogs I must set fort before dusk As I am shielded By his gore And crafted like Daniel In the lions den And Jonah in the whales gut I must scurry to ventilate With my traducers At the gate Because they engage nocturnally I shall not look for a black goat At the witching hour I discern they loathe me And my kind They hiss, gnash their canine When they hear my strange name They curse the day I was sculptured They question why My palms, sole are snow While my soul case nocturnal? Their revered face, soul case is snow, innocuous But entrails insidious As a welders fork Forty friend's, fiends, foe and counting Looking for a straw In hay sack Sneaking, feigning, meandering; They huff, puff, Sniffle, shuffle and snizzle, Insidiously, frantically, scamper For a Judas To bell the cat, dog How do you bell a cat, dog, With nine lives? They mob, sop, smother you Like ants swam honey Then, Forget that like amoeba Your outer layer Is a cyst Which immune your entrails From vultures insidious fangs Alas, Spider's web, bobby traps, mines litter around But, A tortoise never gets Enmeshed in a spider's web, Big Ben never irretrievably hushed Or a monkey ambushed Trailing a snakes shadow This jaunt is not for the faint-hearted I have journeyed forty days, nights In the lions den In my arsenal is locusts and wild honey My traducers eyes are crossed; They are hard at hearing Their necks are stiff, They love gold, silver More than good name I shall ventilate What their fore fathers Did to prophets before me; Chastising them with whips, scorpion And because they denied me honor, I must shake my dust off Their door posts.