THE GHOST OF KUNTA by dusean dunbar/ bishop g
THE SHACKLES BECAME PART OF MY SKIN AS A SLAVE,
IF ANY ONE NEEDS ME I'LL BE IN MY GRAVE,
NO KEY WAS SUPPLIED...
SO NOW MAY THE WORMS EAT MY EYES
I SPEAK TO YOU AS HE WHO DIED,
I GUESS THE MODERN DAY HARRIET TUBMAN FORGOT ME,
IN THIS HORRIBLE PLACE
I NEED NOT BE,
WHO WAS FREED FROM THE DEMONS GREED?
NOT ME,
PRAISE VULTURES FOR PUPIL PECKING SO
I DO NOT SEE,
SO LAY ME DOWN DEEP
SMOTHER ME WITH ROCKS
WITH DIRT AND OTHER EARTH
DROPPED ON TOP OF MY BOX,
I WATCHED THE PLANTATION CHANGE
AND OTHERS EARN FREEDOM,
IM SORRY LORD I WAS MISLED...
HOW DARE I TRY TO LEAD THEM!
I DIDNT TRY BUT I WAS LOOKED UPON
PEOPLE GATHERED HUNGRY FOR KNOWLEDGE
SAYING THE COOK IS SEAN,
WHAT YOUR READING IS EXPLOSIVE
LIKE A BOOK OF BOMBS,
I MET THE THIEF OF BREATHING
AND HE TOOK MY LUNGS,
JUST EULOGIZE ME AS A BROTHER WHO BLED BRAVE,
REJOICE FOR THE FREE SPIRIT
PHYSICALLY DEAD SLAVE.
I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE....I WAS LISTENING TO THE NEW ROBIN THICKE...RIDING THROUGH THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS LOOKING AT THE SCENERY OF GODS BEAUTIFUL LAND..AND I ALL OF A SUDDEN JUST FELT HOPELESS UGLY...BUT AT THE SAME TIME...LIKE AN ARTISTIC NIGGER GHOST.
IT TOOK ME 12 MINUTES TO WRITE IT. HOPE YALL ENJOYED.
