Necromancers of Negritude

So hard to create in this state, as the Joy Stealers and Soul Snatchers patrol the High Road

The Necromancers of Negritude have laid a path of sucked skulls and confused souls

The keys to freedom lay buried in the Ancient Books, but the Alchemists have turned gold to lead

The Poli-Tricksters negotiate another unapologetic unconditional surrender to bondage

While young men die along the Euphrates paying the price for old men’s greed

On this side of Babylon, Dope Boys and No Limit Soldiers get caught up like flies in the trap

Tonight there’ll be no burning or looting, maybe some shooting and some illusions will die

Only salon styled Dreadlocks worn for fashion without passion in this I-ration without elevation

An old man with a drawer full of worn out Afro Picks remembers young people shouting “Uhuru Sasa!!!!!”

While closets full of button down shirts and Dashikis hang alongside one another like a double Niggative