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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They punch a fist in the air Anger written on their faces Those deaths of their own.. Having ignited hidden fires Rushing over each other arsonist... Reason and civility is thrown away Adopting hardwired survival mode They rant chant and grow furious Distancing rules of Covid forgat I cry with them and pray morrow We won't be burying them too.. When the dreaded virus attacks Who is fueling these fires now.. At a time when the neo-revolutionaries Risk being executed by a Covid 19 virus Distancing they are testing a hypothesis In a battle as old as time the surge-on Is it the Spanish conquerors who ignited it now.. Or the Arabian enslavers who planted the seeds Or them Templer's founders of the Newfoundland Who appeased them fires with an in God we trust When the puritans in Salem burnt Tituba Her confessions to witchcraft but coerced A puritan community covering behind Law Aiding and abetting an injustice of racism Wait now..did they but then set her free.. Where are all the gains made in rights movements If at the tiniest spark flames allover do now ignite Is tolerance but a subtle retreat as peoples gather.. All manner of arsenal in battle the for domination... Sons of a lesser God are there really any now One Yet you do recite that he called his son from Kafira With Kemet said to have enslaved a race chosen.. Am reminded he blessed them all.. subdue the earth Not subdue and conquer each other Not to exploit other's guise of labour As they enshrine a demi-god of greed Fondly aptly its named urban culture This one now does call for patient(ce+... Have they not suffered enough anguish At this stage of the Journey-Kibrithmana And as Moosa uplifted that bronze snake Don a bib... We pray it not Horsemen We heard what seven thunders spake As angels Swoon all over the earth... Reapers working overtime.. Jumbos
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