how many protests have you watched now?
how many devolving into riots?
via violent actors, on either side
what was gained, for those we lost?
was it in vain?
did the pay outweigh the cost?
or was our venture defunct?
would civil disobedience had been better sought?
or a more brutal insurrection,
to rival those we've been taught?
just do like they'd wish
and lay down and die

The strength of people's voice, loud and clear
Can any elected representatives speak
As loudly, as clearly as the people?

True courage and democratic freedom
When people gather and march unconfined
Not cowering in their corner
Only to hear their pitiful squeaks

If it must rain, let it not drizzle disappointingly
Let the trumpet sound from the hills
Not under your bed, but let the light of freedom
Blaze fiercely

Obey, and you will be happy.
Disobey, and you will be in despair.
Pestilences sticking with you till you die,
Everywhere you go, the wrath of God, upon you.
Blight seared on your land, accompanied with a pinch of mildew.
Just a little of curses here and there,
in a bowl of sadness and despair.
A soup of punishments served to you.
Enjoy.

I am not stupid or incapable
Although my mind’s daily deviations
Attest to errors and tricks in mine skull
Of delusions – and every day tension
Within the crannied pockets of my brain
Watch the undeniable enmity
Between the bird and the compelléd reign
Of darling overlords and tricksome she
But I will pretend, though it be in vain,
That the chainéd bird does not wish to fly
But instead hand to them the keys – my bane –
And never dare yearn beyond the fake sky
  Goodbye to heart, to soul, to winsome dreams
  For I, instead, will do what they do deem.

I didn't intend on joining
Neighbourhood Watch
When I stepped onto my perch,
The elevated porch.
I spied a lad
Trying a car door
In the drive
Next to the cop's.
That's forbidden fruit
In the dark of night,
Under the slight light
Of a quarter moon.
Had I called the cops,
Would he now be homeless
By an ignominous,
Effaced father.
His pride's a tailored fit
From rejected rags.
Friends may post the antics
In glossolalia on FB
For all nations to read
The mark against him.
I didn't call.
The sin of the father
Is exposed in the sun;
Not in alleyways
Under broken street lights
Where a rejected son
Devises a defense;
Thinking no one sees him;
Thought he was alone.
I yelled to him, go home.
Go home, very few can.

I am here to set up factions that causes separation
I have no regards for your occupation
Pastor or a member of the congregation

I have no respect for time or place,
I am the only one who can separate you from the one above
You may not think so

But I am

The root that causes the other reasons, to let it seem that there are more than one reason.
Well for this reason, I have all the power to use my own reason,
To cause mankind to reason, to reason their own ways and formulate their own beliefs and desires
To use that same reason to teach their offspring’s of more ungrateful acts.

I am just one word, with three letters
Yes, I am that small but yet so BIG
I am Anti –God, I am Anti Christian,
And don’t get me wrong, I am not just against Christians
Because I ****** your babies, 5 years and under
I **** your precious little ****** daughters
I sadomize your cute boys

As I said before I don’t care who or what you are
No matter how long you live,
(Trust Me) I am never far

To some I come sudden, to others, I roll smooth, slick subtle.
To some I am F.U.N, pure pleasure
I am in your music, your movies
I am in your heart, all of it.

I am what I am.

I am disobedience
The retrospect of disrespect
I must complete my mission till your last breath,
Until my death
Til there is nothing left.

Who Am I?
I am S.I.N.