Black Civil War: Book 1-3

I saw a thousand guns Numbered like the sand of the seashore Bowing down slowly To the half of a yellow sun Staring at them with gestures That spoke silent words of praise In an unbelievable future of hope! (Book 2) The sunrise spoke to the confederation, The sunset seemed to sleep in peace Within the heart of a few future Jews Who told tales and fables of segmented past With presentable memories of shredded battlegrounds To new semen’s slowly turning into men And begged of them to transfer This vehicle of priceless messages To their future kind! (Book 3) Tankers of war labeled yellow and black Painted pictures of a fate fair and dark, Carried labels of a suspected authoritarianism; Painted portraits of an undeniable militarianism! Tankers of war labeled yellow and black Painted pictures of a race in peace or part, Carried labels of a suspected treason Believed to be pinpointed by the south-south region!