Joe And His Brothers Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Jacob knew not his sons were slave traders
Falsed evidence in brotherhood of lies
Soaked Joe's quote in all manners of red dyes;
How could Jacob tell his sons were being liars?
Some wild animal tore him to pieces.
It's told Jacob cried over and over
When the sons were ones whom more-over
Would tear Joe to twenty-silver-pieces.
They meditate to ruin the dreams of Joe
And try to achieve their sickening goal
In grand larceny of meditation:
Of the dreamers' dreamer we must get rid
Says these sons of witches with blind vision
And in their hands is the blood of a kid.

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