Sometimes killers don’t pack guns.
Sometimes they pack the Bible or the Koran.
Sometimes they pack the Torah.
Tell you how to fix your aura.
Tell you how to unify self in community.
Tell you how to be the best you the best me.
Tell me now; how can it be?
That he can be the Shepherd, Lost leading the sheep?
Tell me now; do the people not see?
It’s blind loyalty that turns a monster into a king.
Says he’s got the keys to the kingdom.
Can bless you with new life and freedom.
Says he’ll make America great again;
As long as you turn your head when he’s sinning.
Sure he’s done some good,
Sure he’s changing the world,
He’s doing all of that,
While he destroys the worlds
Of good little boys and girls.
He’s divided into three, you see?
The man who never had a father.
The man who claims to know the father.
The man who’s too scared to be a father.
Never seen him run so farther,
Until he heard he was going to be a father.
He Jumps in front of a camera
Throwing his fist in the air,
Talking about Black lives matter.
He’s got black lives at home that haven’t even eaten yet.
Talking about all lives matter;
Womanizing women while his wife’s life shatters.
The truth is….
Imposters come in all shapes and sizes.
Sometimes they even come with prizes,
And surprisingly, some pull it off with finesse.
Never thought he was one of them? But look closer, sis.
Does he move with confidence?
But then dismisses your intelligence?
Look closer, brother;
Does he profess to know the way but lives in ignorance?
Does he live without direction?
Does he live for his erection,
As he fails to erect the God in him?
But becomes resurrected every Sunday Morning,
8 AM… “Better be there…. God’s watching…”
Then speaks to the youth about the God in them.
And when the youth speak the truth,
he tries to slaughters them.
And he Speaks of single mothers as victims,
Then goes out and creates more of them.
Forgive them father, for they know not what they do.
And…. continue…. to choose not to.
Forgive those men,
Because hating them only creates more of them.
So which man in which suite, how can we tell?
Time will tell.
In the meantime,
Trust the God in you and don’t follow them to hell.
Illistration & Poem by Mical Asefaw