Empire State Of Mind Poem by Moses Ocharo

Now as empires are raised in the mind
And our thoughts hath their foundations
The cornerstones tarred by our recollections
The blueprint shapped by one of our kind
Who run our towns these marauding coven
Whose black sunburned brains have altered
So darkly 'lumned in darkness blasphemy uttered
And worship the foul fowl from above cloven
How sweet they sound with tongues forked
That glorify sin; money, sex and drugs
Now drest in sublinnal wealth who wore rugs
Such terror they cause with hearts smocked
But we won't falter our way is known
The war ain't o'er till the horn is blown.