From streetcorner pulpits near and far
We’re watering wisdom’s seed with fear.
If your melanin’s under par,
Slave-trader heathen, listen here:
God’s own holy unpronounceable name
Now translated for you: Whites Are To Blame.
King JAMES was black. You heard it first
From me—before those Israelites
Began to preach to the accursed
Of Edom (meaning heathen whites).
We know his authorized text is meant
Only for those of true Hebrew descent.
No flaming redhead Scottish king
Was he who bore Azania’s crown
Upon his brow. It’s time to bring
The truth. James Stuart? Dusky brown.
No bagpipes here, nor usquebaugh, nor oats.
Just afro-polyrhythm’s gladsome notes.
Mansa Musa filled his coffers;
Sub-Saharan James grew wealthy;
More than Solomonic offers
Kept King James both wise and healthy.
No puppet monarch for Britannic schemes
But an African sage of noble dreams.
ELIZABETH, of Albion’s fame,
Was also misperceived for hue.
A white rose, yes. But only in name.
Pure African was she—it’s true!
You’ve been lied to about these royal folks;
It’s time we rewrite such ethnic jokes.
Don’t believe the Edomite hype
They want to keep our tribes suppressed.
And Moses is our prototype:
His law we follow, and we’re blessed.
REAL understanding: it’s something you earn.
Once gained, ain’t no trick you cannot discern.
No context needed. History
Is mainly Edomite propaganda.
King JAMES was black. No mystery.
And Edinburgh’s in Uganda.
The first king of Scotland will not be last…
Our exegesis is unsurpassed.
Rim-walker, Foe-slayer, Guardian of the sword—
Beast-breaker, War-bringer: BRANDON of the blade
Who slew the dreaded dragon ‘ere the sun had reached the noon;
Bear-baiter, Snout-smasher, Keeper of the Axe—
World-tamer, Science-truster BRANDON of the gaffe
Who slurred the teleprompter’s truths until the mic was off;
Arms-seller, Drone-striker, Valiant war-pig Puppet—
Tax-raiser, Gender-bender, BRANDON of the press
Who stumbled up the White House stairs, starting useless wars;
Let every mead-hall hail the clown
And toast his name throughout the land.
Raise high the horn in dread renown
And bravely feast in BRANDON‘s name!
PROMPT#30
write a poem in which the speaker is identified with,
or compared to, a character from myth or legend
Cuando me siento inca, le rindo vasallaje al Sol, que me da el cetro de su poder real…
José Santos Chocano
From mist-shrouded Macchu Pichu,
runners bring news
encoded in the Kipu.
From heights of Tawantinsuyu
Inti smiles upon the singer,
enthroned in Andean splendor;
Cuzco and Titicaca,
golden heart of the sun, Koricancha—
all release their showers;
vapor-born of snow and tropic humidity…
until, through jungle gorges
the waters descend
and finally flow
into their own names:
Orinoco, Amazonas.
Pachakuti Inca Yupanqui
blesses the many streams
and the plaintive flutes sing
of Viracocha, Pachacamac.
Rim-walker, Foe-slayer, Guardian of the sword—
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