Come on black man,
What’s your holocaust?
People dying around the world
Even in America.
People being stolen
Even in reality;
Believe it or not.
Gods shuddering at some texts
About some Holy books.
Some Holy books
Need to come down to earth.
Some earth,
Full of shit
Called talking.
Talking minds
Full of nothing but thought.
You know the random thoughts
Of little kids.
You know dressed up
Like maybe they mean something.
Because thought shouldn’t be devoid of meaning.
Meaning ideas should be thought out.
And your nipples don’t need to be milk producing
To be good looking.
When they admire their enemies
And ponder defeat,
When they have the taste of something else
Then they realize
Even realizations
Are ignorant of something.