Pages Of Dark Politics Poem by Adams King

This music will never cease to play
Nor will the rhythm ever change
Have we not open our bibles to pray
Uttering recitations from holy pages

We were told to pray for the devils
That the demons may turn saints
This fools will forever remain fools
In their hearts lies the darkest of paints

This melody has never been good
Since our fathers took the crown
The black ugly vultures highly stood
To cast our carcass selves down

They spit upon everyone of us
and kept rising to watch us fall
Our black fathers remained our curse
Power in our days became a whore

Who cares about the common men
Who cares about the suffering citizens
Those whose hearts bleeds like the pen
of a poet weeping on pages of dark politics