Sonnet Xvi The Bad Side Of God Poem by Zachary Buck Hultman
Sonnet Xvi The Bad Side Of God
How sleep, revolution beneath your feet
Spinning sqeeks, testing not just for the weak
Andrew gets away wit rape in his sleep
Hit em up, never even hear a peap
Nine one one & get a terraracist
Outa grand, how many black men he cages
Nine eleven, heaven brings destruction?
Families starving while waisting half our eats
Programmed to spread, even if wind up dead
Think your highest, now prostitute in stead
Enslaved said to be feeble by your kin
Ego's beingness tryin to live this
Raped babies trying to reach the police
More likely to wind up tied to a leash
Your hard-hitting hip hop diction explodes the strait-laced sonnet form. Lyricism and desperation in equal proportion... if your head holds an ocean got to show it in motion!
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4/28/2024 8:39:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Man! I am truly sorry for your angst. Its coming loud and clear. Do not give up on God though. One day He will ask evil why it did what to Him doing it to you. Hang there but fight injustice even with a rivetting poem like this. Deluke loves you all.