Troy Ulysses Davis (08/23/70 / Newark, New Jersey)
So far away from the Atlanta child murders
yet I remember em solemnly.
Hysteria era and young male coloreds.
Sermons on Pharaoh and Herod and
the importance of listening up
as if your life depended on it.
Our murder somehow ordained.
Found in the Lord's word. INSANE!
Revered in some circles these lynchings
similar these Molech sacrifices, pro-lifers.
PRO-CHOICE from this boy. Compromising
voice. It never occurred I'd be responsible
or unresponsive when my own offsprings were
on the line. A random Knight in Atlanta. Another
panther economically cancerous. Sell drugs and
Thug. Initiation, security. The arguments that there wasn't any GOD to help us louder than
Gangster Rap records. Yet our murders made us
consider why were we the necessary sacrifices to
secure the houses of others. Pharaohs, Herods, Americas.
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