Against The Grain Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Let dead sea's burst
Out
From it womb and
Gouge Gog and his
Hordes,

Today I rise against
Their gain,
Heal the broken bone,
Let the dead rest
On to live forever,

God bless the dead for
The grave is a grace,
Grief not for this gift
For the living is Damned,

I know the cold night of
Juda who kissed his brother
To death,
Beware of they who bow
To the black god

Those who turn the Bible
To the book of death,
Those who's soul was
Sold less for juda's Little bread,

Beware of the Greeks,
And their Gift,
They who gives with
The right hand, and Take
With the left:

In darkness they vine the
Vile,
Truth maim, and murdered
In pale
Cold blood,

While we squire where
They squat,
Dark tower arises,
Fair deeds awake,
Let's rebel against babel,

But Let holy ghost gun down
The fired arrows,
Pierce my blood and
See the running waters,
Feed the starved, and The
Damned,

May the red angel pass by
But not our foot Doors,
May this quest not
Squelch what we held so
Dear.