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akonoadham · 3 years

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Jackals and Hens

Many seem to take the easy way

and pick the lowest hanging fruit;

trampling and crushing them to

steal fame

and redirect well deserved blame,

to reach the desired exalted plane.

Redirect culpability towards the same

to purchase sympathy

and unreachable favours

with innocent blood of Saints

in avoiding well deserved punishment.

After being deceitfully stuck

like a condemn blissful pig

without good intent,

for not paying the slaver’s rent.

Left to respectfully bleed

like the running sap from maple trees,

because BLACK LIVES DON’T MATTER;

severing the ties

to the life we lead.

With unclean hands,

malicious prosecution

intents to force

in due course

the legal blood letting

of the innocent victim.

By the time you become legally wise

you will have socially died.

Your life-force emptied and gone

like a fine broken bottle of red wine.

Flowing away on your coming dawn.

Socially Murdered in your prime,

in the deep dark cold night

without a chance

or a plea for your family’s needs.

While your flesh burns

at the sovereign’s weekly picnic.

As you hang from a popular tree

swinging in the breeze

with a stretch broken neck

over hearing the mocking giggles

on the privilege deck.

Your body

starved of it’s life,

flat lines into null prime,

leaving an empty carapace behind.

To act as a community scarecrow,

warding off brave hearted souls

of a similar mind.

This is legal delay

choreograph into a brilliant play

of a legal football game

with bias referees,

and there sick romance

preformed regularly on an uneven stage

of the pantomime.

Then played

in the bloody rain

with nothing to gain

by enduring the pain

of “LEGAL STRATEGY OF A ZERO SUM GAME.”

After being force-feed

the “fruit of a poisonous tree”

then declaring victory,

letting there guilty friends roam free

with their degrees

in malicious prosecution philosophy.

Sucked dry by the bedbugs of justice.

On the sounding of the gong,

before long

you are gone

without a song,

gone;

devastated before your time

legally bullied into a death ride

six feet deep into null prime.

In the slaughter houses

of HOGG TOWN.

The sacrificial Lamb’s stolen name,

his skin is to blame

for his notorious fame.

In accordance,

with the TRIAD’S DESIGN.

His innocence and righteous cause

are unjustly abandon in due time

because BLACK LIVES,

just Don’t MATTER,

in society’s sadistic mind.

But engineering defeat

to created your CRIMINALS BY DESIGN;

is the main objective pushing us in-line

to keep us forever blind.

But this is not enough

it is only the start

of the legal lynching inquisition

of deep seated self hate

for the black masses fate.

Legal guardians,

dehumanizing malice.

Malicious mockery,

trampling on the innocent carcass

of the black victims.

Is just a part of the

public lesson

in shifting the blame.

To sustain the privilege cast,

and enforce inequality in social order

with untruths and lies

of apparent fairness,

as my beautiful black people dies.

In an antiquated system

of masters and slaves,

vampire lords,

and the dark flesh

they so,

deeply love to feed upon.

Legal Poet

BOOK: Child Of Hope

https://books.apple.com/ca/book/child-of-hope/id1547233469

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legalpoet · 3 years

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Jackals and Hens

Many seem to take the easy way

and pick the lowest hanging fruit;

trampling and crushing them to

steal fame

and redirect well deserved blame,

to reach the desired exalted plane.

Redirect culpability towards the same

to purchase sympathy

and unreachable favours

with innocent blood of Saints

in avoiding well deserved punishment.

After being deceitfully stuck

like a condemn blissful pig

without good intent,

for not paying the slaver’s rent.

Left to respectfully bleed

like the running sap from maple trees,

because BLACK LIVES DON’T MATTER;

severing the ties

to the life we lead.

With unclean hands,

malicious prosecution

intents to force

in due course

the legal blood letting

of the innocent victim.

By the time you become legally wise

you will have socially died.

Your life-force emptied and gone

like a fine broken bottle of red wine.

Flowing away on your coming dawn.

Socially Murdered in your prime,

in the deep dark cold night

without a chance

or a plea for your family’s needs.

While your flesh burns

at the sovereign’s weekly picnic.

As you hang from a popular tree

swinging in the breeze

with a stretch broken neck

over hearing the mocking giggles

on the privilege deck.

Your body

starved of it’s life,

flat lines into null prime,

leaving an empty carapace behind.

To act as a community scarecrow,

warding off brave hearted souls

of a similar mind.

This is legal delay

choreograph into a brilliant play

of a legal football game

with bias referees,

and there sick romance

preformed regularly on an uneven stage

of the pantomime.

Then played

in the bloody rain

with nothing to gain

by enduring the pain

of “LEGAL STRATEGY OF A ZERO SUM GAME.”

After being force-feed

the “fruit of a poisonous tree”

then declaring victory,

letting there guilty friends roam free

with their degrees

in malicious prosecution philosophy.

Sucked dry by the bedbugs of justice.

On the sounding of the gong,

before long

you are gone

without a song,

gone;

devastated before your time

legally bullied into a death ride

six feet deep into null prime.

In the slaughter houses

of HOGG TOWN.

The sacrificial Lamb’s stolen name,

his skin is to blame

for his notorious fame.

In accordance,

with the TRIAD’S DESIGN.

His innocence and righteous cause

are unjustly abandon in due time

because BLACK LIVES,

just Don’t MATTER,

in society’s sadistic mind.

But engineering defeat

to created your CRIMINALS BY DESIGN;

is the main objective pushing us in-line

to keep us forever blind.

But this is not enough

it is only the start

of the legal lynching inquisition

of deep seated self hate

for the black masses fate.

Legal guardians,

dehumanizing malice.

Malicious mockery,

trampling on the innocent carcass

of the black victims.

Is just a part of the

public lesson

in shifting the blame.

To sustain the privilege cast,

and enforce inequality in social order

with untruths and lies

of apparent fairness,

as my beautiful black people dies.

In an antiquated system

of masters and slaves,

vampire lords,

and the dark flesh

they so,

deeply love to feed upon.

Legal Poet

BOOK: Child Of Hope

https://books.apple.com/ca/book/child-of-hope/id1547233469

www.staticpoetry.com

#https://books.apple.com/ca/book/child-of-hope/id1547233469

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poetalegalis · 3 years

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Just Flying

I don’t know why you fly

like sardines in the sky.

resting in stillness

as the wind goes rushing by.

Shimmering in the sunlight,

and glistening in the moonlight

like silver fishes dancing in the sky.

Just moving about

as clouds of erratic smoke

like flying fishes in the ocean.

A flock of silver fighter planes

darting about in unison

like they don’t know where they are going.

Rushing to and fro in the daylight

like herrings swimming in the wind,

so so very high.

I too want to fly.

Oh,

wait...

I change my mind,

for here comes the god of the sky

from the lower right patrolling the heights.

Riding the thermals like a majestic kite.

Leegal Poet

BOOK: Child Of Hope

https://books.apple.com/ca/book/child-of-hope/id1547233469

www.staticpoetry.com

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criminalbydesign-blog · 3 years

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CRIMINAL BY DESIGN

CRIMINAL by DESIGN

I will not stand idle by,

to watch the nails being put into my coffin!

You look for weapons,

But all I have is a pen.

You look for crack cocaine.

but all I have is a goodname.

You listen for foul-inflammatory language,

but all I show is grace and a smile.

You look for violence and barbarism,

but all I have is honour and integrity.

You imprison me behind bars.

Fashioned from misdirected code.

Applied psychological constraints.

Obliterate me economically,

to place me in a steel bubble.

Shattered my family

and scattered the pieces.

I respond with poetry,logic,

and reasoned rhymes.

You criminalize an innocent man.

To remedy starvation of real evidence.

You discredit me

to infer contradictions.

For comrades who wilfully lied under oath,

in a court of competent jurisdiction.

You send me,

I go.

You call me,

I come.

You instruct me to speak,

I give answer.

My battlefield is small.

My mobility is severely constraint.

My weapons of choice,

are non lethal and meager.

I defend with cast off qualities.

I fight with morality, ethics,

and social justice.

I stand before you a man,

unbowed and unbroken.

I entered the fiery furnace,

reformed and regenerated.

Forged to endure the battle at hand.

I will endure!

I will overcome.

Then I shall conquer.

Leegal Poet

BOOK: Child Of Hope

https://books.apple.com/ca/book/child-of-hope/id1547233469

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legalpoet · 3 years

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HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!

Ghosts Whispers

The Nations suppresses the memory of slavery,

because of the curse of racism in reverse,

and this is what we learned in many verse.

The Jews speak of the holocaust,

and Hitler’s bloody rain.

The Chinese remember Genghis Khan,

and the unbearable pain.

The Romans lament the Huns,

smashing up Caesar’s Empire

like a warlord going insane.

The British remember Napoleon Bonaparte,

and how he caused fire to fall like rain.

The Kurds remember Saddam Hussein,

they cannot forget the pain,

and when will we be treated the same?

Empires;

build there cities,

fill there coffers,

and run their war machines

on the cheap cheap fuel of slaves.

Expelling exhaust

of inhuman cost;

blood,

fire,

and pain.

Black slave.

White slave.

Any and all slaves,

was the living fossil fuel of the past.

The sizzling of curdling blood,

and mangled flesh

is the pollution of the past.

Tearing this from the pages of history

to leave a gapping black hole,

to devour the truth,

is just plain obtuse.

Slavery allowed the west to live as kings,

is an enabling truth.

Burning the tapestry of records,

and skewing the evidence,

is simple not sane.

Forgetting the sacrifices of our ancestors

without a whisper of untold names;

is to steal a part of history,

ripping apart the Nation’s dignity,

and raping our humanity.

Is the same crime,

for a second time,

causing Ghosts Whispers.

Derek Walcott said it best;

“Smoke wrote the same story

since the dawn of time.”

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!

BOOK: CHILD OF HOPE

https://books.apple.com/ca/book/child-of-hope/id1547233469

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LEGAL POET

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