I'm the unholiest of nights I am nocturnal antichrists I am the intifada phantom Blacking out the Israelites I am the netherworld Rohingya
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
Oh, her sad siren songs How they take me away To the vast loneliness Ocean blues I convey Through the words that I write
Born of Gaia's womb an Olympus beholder Forsaken by Zeus fatherless, growing older Promethean flame of mortality colder
Fellow Americans Won't is not can't We can end this tirade This ignorant rant Neo-nazi crusade
Enchanted shore descendant Branch upon the kapok tree In forests of El Yunque The coqui songs compelling me To write of the Taino sol
I call upon their harmony They honor me with artistry The pupils of Apollo's Lyre resonant inside of me Calliope adventurous,
All weapons of the fates you've sealed Are no match for this pen I wield The power to articulate Ticking rhyme bombs
The underlings stare In submissive awestruck Subjugation in landmine-filled Landfills, are stuck In the trenches, the feces
I take from the rich And I give To the richer Grow money trees And then watch the world wither I've slithered In gardens of green
I am Jupiter storms Unbounded by time Raging on And eons Can not hope to confine me To unstable matter And mass
I need only to smirk and you’re mine Anytime If it’s god that you want I have dozens in mind Devilishly divine Bending time like a grandeur delusional
The all seeing iris imperial city The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy