I am possessed with an oneiric landscape,
that social contract's fulfillment landscape,
that 95 theses regal vision.
Through ballots, legal diction
and ballads but never bullets
I am the owner and proprietor of my own mode of piety
that egalitarian is what we try to be,
that we see with lucidity
the content of character sheets
prior to post-racial modifiers
and Thucydides realism
is supplanted not with stupidity
or turning a swollen wide, shut eye
to injustice if it doesn't pertain to just us
I have prophecy on how it ought to be
where brothers ain't killing each other and time
but building up one another with rhymes,
where the Calvin Candie-ass realize
Showtime at the Apollo delayed
is the gold-light of Apollo denied
Gifted by air,
I, Hermes with words breathe
under 2,000,000 soles
Angel phalanx from Great Lakes
to Plain States to Yellowstone
to five little girls girls, four who died
and the one who lost her peace of mind
to coffee shops and country clubs
that no longer house those that split pieces of the pie
United crips and bloods
Hacidic Semitics
Reformation's adherents
those who call papal staple
and those to Muhammad stay faithful
“Liberated at last,
not separated under divine lighting,
thanking the bearer of Lightning,
we are liberated at last”
