Unsheathed

i script words meant to challenge ya &
wield a pen like a sword that's named excalibur
as i'm not your average traveler on this path of life
bcuz my knowledge busts melons like gallagher
when my wrath is rife with the math of light
i slash like knights of the round table
as i pound fables into shape
once lost but now found as I'm able to make
sense of the past tense when I hold class in tents
until the masses dispense sound judgment
on this government which has broken the covenant
with the people as puppet officials now protect &
serve evil like a rabid eagle preying ravenous
as these days are hazardous with avarice banksters
printing more debt with bills that state in god we trust
but there's so much backwardness in this world
you can't help but wonder what's next: exit us
that's why i compose a tough text for literary rough necks
who are buff and flex with first amendment rights
bcuz we hear enough sex spit on mics
to build a lust wrecked ship drawn by dykes
yet we don't discuss complex matters like
the dispersed descendents of israelites scattered to the four winds
so i sharpen my vocabulary to gore men bcuz i abhor sin &
ignore skin when whores begin to explore within the realm of poetry
by expressing the writing of harlots socially &
i see them globally scoping me hopelessly totally unaware
of how they're reciting the scarlet letter openly
but into the son i stare for potency so the darkness doesn't notice me &
i receive the golden key to open free the penal bars holding me &
my people from the peaceful state of freedom so I can feed ‘em
what they needing to stay proceeding back to Eden
even as we leavin Babylon I’m unsheathing my mighty pen in this war
bcuz the battle’s on and the rest of the world continues to babble on…