Birds That Pray - Poem by Ihe Nnamdi
Since the birds have developed wings with hangers
the p men have developed triggers without bangers
words are silent killers..then healers
Bless my soul Father Anthony...Zorros are seeing terrible zeroes..
Not of failure...
but of looted and dry cleaned money...
tell Wyclef to Jean up and call 419...
911 is a joke...
they party hard...all night long.Deliver me oh my creator. For I commit my pouncing heart to you...
and my freedom is in the hardest of times...
lest my sin lead me whole. home
a legion of many colors...
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