by Jamal Abdul Narcel
 
 
 

Genocide,
spent bent in my death bed, sentenced lives like novelists, my internal apocalypse
surgeon affirmed a resurgence from diseased
learning (liars), the breeze burning my insides tired, Old earth yearning,
for answers i loathe this growth of cancer
throes fathers in tankers
lone soldiers driven by fear,
I flow out my coma sleeping
living my tears,
leaking deposits of
blood, atomic waste, gauzes rapped on raw shit,
cavity stricken stomach taped, i vomit
rape my honour taken
escape this armor, depleted,
Ya mama receive it
as a lesson
acknowledge its presence and believe it,
ingestion of this metallic rubble that used to be
homes,
in less than three codes crooked italic structure of our cultural genome,
they're will be no right functions retrieved from our pheno
type,
A tested peoples plight to enlighten a Western ego's sight
blinded,
heresy, we see no therapy like kimo, half our generation nomads,
others under the wrath of John Ash croft and janet reno,
quarter died,
Collen Powell
noosed by his own institution of evil
holding resolutions stating we're equal when he needs mental restitution,
(confederation)
we would have grown into smart children wasted when they enslaved your race first
now you work for masons, so start building and encase our displacement earth
patterns revolve, families involved in the UN,
pointing fingers in our directions
telling us "you'll end"
inspections in mass discussions
threats from our weapons of mass disfunction.
tragic junction in paths destructed, subjects math erupted,
no longer a number,
to sum up my infraction im stronger number to bombers in Ba'ath realms, So don't Islamize
and run up on us
like escalators dramatize, escalate hate bless the maker our quests behaviour
raped after africa trapped between the west and asia,
My planet stranded in her own axis standing empty handed,
destined to lose her seed syntax of this atomic plant detachment
Less Laughter Awaiting the next chapter to amend these lies
disasters
one descended sign we pretend to ignore of
the end of times,
push you off track, Sihuu Alyihud when bushes talk back,
not an Iraqi walk lacking my nationality, rationally
mesopotamium
uranium shelled homosapiens dwell beneath the caves you claim we in
engaged in rageful plagues of my age and kin,
I died aching shaking
why did we behave in the ways to display unawakened beings, conveyed disgraced into this
Scared seeing,
God or man, palm my hand as I disarm this span of vision,
breaths slowly descending, it stepped and said "deaths only the beginning"
Holding my infants in heaven, that would have existed if seven skies were reached
switch stance eclipse past alwiswas this draft
will hold the wrath of Hamurabi, Ancient babylonians, rotten body, distraught bought and owned
as material for leaders on podiums interfering you from hearing truth flow in men to control the petroleum,
Its all in our pockets prophets you mock since the loss of your optics, the course of my clock ticks for
remorse isn't profitable for marxist, .communists, to be democratic this character would be found in
section eight of my demographic description deception and hate that lead to discrepant puppets with weapons,
you'd love it if my breath went, but every soul lost in your hands will spew consciousness like angry shoe polishers,
destined to you if you believe we're lesser than you, brother I hope Allah blesses you with better messaged youth,
cuz this isn't christopher colombuses, british american circumference who's the terrorist, its based on enslavement
or suicide so tear your wrists, brave men Land of the fee, Home of the slave, I'm standing beneath
all that I've saved, This is directed to shepherds whose sheep turn to goats that speak lost in the graze
All I cared for was family and Allah, metaphoric in names, and you gave us Saddam two wars a pile of corpses and plagues,
You call it a race, get your torches enflamed,
and run with masons sons that have to win aiming to claim it placing guns at our heads
and laughing within,
Last but not least, the cash you got reached the traffic block where half Iraqs soldiers were scolded,
molded in ashes controlled then frozen in action,
There's no satisfaction in venting in here the airs conditioned,
entering my lungs and mind pumped into this system like ventolin, prescriptions,
I stare in her eyes caring despite my apparent demise,
tearing her twice as divided, crying, I swear I'd appear to you twice
if this life wasn't margined contextualized written and barred in a prison
I'll step to it, siding with survival thriving from the start to the ending.