UNSEEN HANDS

Unseen Hands

It is a strange ass fiction
that the cause of all this friction
is not the crazy white men
who eat with unclean hands.
But anyone will tell you
about their lack of hygiene
and their cold ease of denial
for all the homicides at hand.
One by one
Our souls catch fire
to cleanse the heart of foul beliefs
and sear the night into relief.
We will come with bronze and anger
as catalysts of holy fire
hot enough to send them
and their hounds to hell.
For We have learned the lessons
of the law of unseen hands
that even when We don't see them
We're always in their plans.
Beware the span of unseen hands
that go unclean unto the clans
and pass along the putrid dung
that falls trippingly off their filthy tongue.
Truth is strange ass fiction.

--©10/27/2006—
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