The program

Complicity and ignorance
will not
protect against
those who don’t
love you,
vegetarian wolves
in concert with
sheep
but lil’ Bo Peep
will eat flesh,
not tofu…

The subcontracting of our love for self onto others who don’t have love in them.

No need
to barter their wares,
leave the weary
to do the work
denigrating
their own
in tomes
and songs…

programming them
with foolishness
instead of earnestness
telling them
to read a book,
hard pass…

That said
Imma take my people back…
give these Youngbloods
a tug.

this music nowadays
is tantamount
to what plagued
us in the
1980’s…

Now… they get the influencers to do it.
subliminal messages,
subterfuge as the rule

Shaking their wobbly bits for coin.

No financial education in schools, serialization of sexual themes, drug use as the norm.

Perfect storm…
lemme bring it home

taking our babies
and making them
commodities
with wisdom
branded as the
odditty
in the land
where the Jester
rules.

Thief and assaulter
as king…
but I will not bend
the knee,
not even if you asked
34 times,
indubitably.

Don’t mind me…
I’m just a poet.

They don’t listen
to us.

An ode
to a book
of witchcraft
in frequencies
of evil…
we see you…
it ain’t hard
to surmise
that it comes
in the form
of
Project 2025…
as the people
are emaciated
and the gardens
decimated,
no bounty to reap
for the willing
roots withered
wisdom pillaged
and scattered
in intricate
weaves of ineloquence
and acts
that run parallel
to good
no service
to others…

A reading of the above piece by way of strings as part of the Pa and Son Adventures: featuring your truly on prose as the Pa Unit and my Son, as the Son Unit on music frequencies.