Of Dragons & Princesses

[Revo1]

Preacher, preacher
Guide and protect me
Guide and protect in the revival of the snake
Deliberately deliberate what deliberation may come
Find it in your sworded, forked tongue
To smite I in thy dead
Revolution has no name, no face, no thing
But a handful of stones
A Molotov cocktail
In Detroit
Smashing the mirror image on the wall
Southampton
Trench town and Baghdad
The whore of Hiroshima has come to wake
Evolution in the name of chemical warfare
Biological disaster
Your bastard baby has discovered her black impurity
And now the crows have come home to roost
Father
You have forsaken me
I'll strike thee in my name
A father of my own
In the name of Nat
I will take my freedom back
Even if you will not sell it to me
In the name of Dred
Even if I have to drink myself
Down a bottle of Scott of Scotch
I will have my translucent afterthought
Of backwash
Drown me in freedom that I can no longer afford
New Orleans
For being worldly has become so worldly as of late
Where will I find myself but at the bottom of a well
Asking
Well at least the red, red wine still tastes good
Doesn't it?
Let's dance to the music of our inner kid
Banging on pots and pans
With a spatula you got from Momma's kitchen
Forget your sorrows and troubles
Cry your anger into a gift
Wish upon a passion to guide you with
A calling North Star passage
As forgotten
As a deep sea scroll
Of blood and pollution
For more land and more oil
From an angry man with a rotten soul
As poisoned as the day Adam bit into the apple
As folklore would have it
The dragon's breath will awaken
In an angry mess
The jewels of the princess will be stolen
No ruby slippers for this poem
Only fright and horror
A blindfold for the eyes of the thief
As slavery has already written this book
Many times over
And we're living it
Believe in karma or be cremated
With all your memories and all your wealth
Let the ashes fall as the heat rises
Falling like the clown's face
At the call of an uprising
Lord they're coming
To prey you
A white ghost
I wish upon the sun of sand of vanity
Without free doom or Morgan Freeman's Amistad help
Fictitious as his character may seem
What is freedom without free will?
To do as I see
When the condition we're living in
Is a complacent safe getaway dream
Sleeping beauty
Oh, sleeping beauty
Would a kiss bring warmth back onto you
With those cold staring eyes?
If falling stars had a broken heart
Would you still wish upon thee?
Let's see you're pretty smile now
Go ahead and try and cry white