Dead chants of freedom…

Dead chants of freedom…

The chants of freedom faded into the night of passing times

as soldiers are no longer born

boys learn how to toy with guns

intellectual lectures on morality and blackness

replaced with stories beginning with “In our times”

as the teller continues to gallop sick sweet poison

with a bar toddler on his lap commenting “Sweet Sugar”

The chants of freedom buried with the dead of 93

forums of today discuss freedom to sin

as in freedom to kill the innocent dependent

before they even see the light of the day

the closet sinners demand to be appreciated

and the law dance to their tune

men shall point another with his stick

and woman shall father a man.

Rhythm of the dead chant

as metal sounds melt the night away

young revelers black and white

dazzle in the mix of substance

dirty smokes in the air

as we jam to our intoxication

panties down no mangamanga business

tomorrow we shall tow the tac line

I lament the death of freedom chants!!!