Legs Of The Stem Poem by raymond letsitsa

The idea of strip searching a statue
won't give you a solid touch
Rape victims, sodomists
and witchcraft are the
spirits of such
As you,
For we lose not our efforts but our efforts
are losing we
Supposedly you spit
saliva in the bucket holes
of children
in the streets
It could've been a good
idea for metro-police officers
to share wisdom under the sheets
We count not our blessings
like Somalian women counting
cantina in a state of hunger
We thirst because we
drink from the narrow streams
of your dead knowledge
Roll the tree for presidents,
that matters only if you
went to college
We await manna in the
new testament,
the ancients await God's porridge
Drain us out our misery
and treat us no more like cows that fell in the sewage
Poetry is now your Gospel, read it and weep
We're not worried about your women sir, but
the global lies you keep
The way to life is high, but it can also run deep
Part the Red Seas of
tribulation like Moses did the streams of your legalized prostitutes
Clever people are in hospitals, you just built them institutes
If your cops are the law,
why are
they raping prostitutes