mis understood and mis conceived
came to me one day
and told me this tale
of a young man persecuted
hanged, tortured and killed
by his own human kins
a loving man
standing alone on the air
with an aid of a rope
tied around his neck
his eyes filled with tears of blood
wondering why god has not saved him yet
believing as hard as thugs that lie
refusing to let go of that lie
still bleeding from his eyes
still looking desperately for that light
that does not exist
only seeing darkness
conditioned by the hallucinations on the sky
perceiving stars long gone
mythical figures of time…

can you look in his eye
and tell him why
be honest and tell him that he is black
and god ,well, does not like black
she just dwells in it
the rationale of consciousness
is what made him walk on the air
trying to grasp the likes of him up in the sky
the stars that use blackness to shine
the ones that don't mind
the ones that guided wise men
the ones offended by their actions
of lightn' up the dark sky
make someone die
behold! the killing of stars
oh what a site
but they still come out at night
scared by the judgment of day
finally under-standing blackness
willingly exploding to create holes in blackness
black holes that hold together young stars
so that our life story is written in the sky
the carving of letters
with the colored stars of the night
telling the truth story
the story that terrorizes our spirit
the story that hanged this man
maybe u should stop fearing
stop believing
believing his story
deafn' your ears to his salient message
in hopes of hearing the unsound
unsophisticated, not yet complex
but still misunderstood and misconceived
message of our time…