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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Liberty and Justice

Hypocrisy drips from your forked tongue
while you pledge allegiance to your blood stained flag,
leaving murky puddles of dissention
that harbor the stench of century old lies.
‘Land of the Free’, and ‘Liberty and Justice’ for me,
as you turn a deaf ear to that Black Baby’s cries.

You,
the Sleepwalking Patriot
in a devil’s dance with double standards.
Eager to send our Sons to spill blood in foreign lands,
even as bombs blaze the night sky at home.
America is challenging its own freedoms,
while Lady Liberty hangs her head in shame.
Her country is bursting at the seams
protesting the Black King’s reign.

Marches in the streets are like Soweto in reverse.
Now, those in power scream bloody murder.
The justice you pledge is resented by you.
It was never meant for the brown masses.
You host Tea Parties serving hot brew
stoked with bags of their blood.

Who dare build a Mosque on this sacred land
where your legacy once stood tall and erect
along with Banks, Law Firms, and Houses of Ill Repute
built over the ancient  burial grounds of  slaves.

Put to rest in stolen Native American soil
Where their collective bones screamed
as they crumbled under the weight of progress,
like the mighty towers burned
as they crumbled under the weight of ‘success’.
Sacred land indeed,
but violated long before metal birds rained down from the sky
when many
Christian
Hindu
Jewish
AND Muslim Americans lost lives.

You,
The sleepwalking Patriot remain deaf dumb and blind,
blending together in your brainwashed mind
This beautiful Religion of peace….and….
these acts of hate by HUMAN kind.
Not Muslim Terrorists.
Not Islamic extremists.
No more than The Pilgrims,
Or The Klan
were Christian extremists.
But you don’t get that.
You want some ‘get back’,
so you serve the masses tall glasses of the Arab oil that you raped from them,
while they take cover from fragments of bombs raining down on them,
with the letters ‘USA’ stenciled on them
waking to see the sunrise kissing their dead children in the street.

Can you handle the truth?
Do you care to know the history?
The timeless war between Ismael and Issac
is facilitated by your weaponry.
Your ignorance perpetuates hatred
as you burn Qur’ans in the street.
Sleepwalking in the land of plenty.

Let’s us pray that the new Black King
Is wide awake!



© 2010 Keith Horton

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