My friend Rajhan sent me this. He is yet another excellent writer who I am delighted to make acquaintence with.
Check out his words.
Beat-beat, beat-beat
beat-beat,beat-beat
To the beat, beating hearts would jump to the choirs
At the same time, in different churches
expulsed in the fires
Two pastors: one in Nebraska, one in Georgia
Would cross paths with the Lord
but that pact is unimportant
It was the fact their sons were born to master oratory
Means to incite peace
both had a passion for white sheets:one followed the Bible’s
the other’d preach how bad they were nightly
One son was an idealist knowing God’s time was nearing
The other was a realist who chose to despise his theories
They had the same goal
but were unalike as enemies
Following different prophets: Jesus and Mohammad
The realist thought Korans held a thesis and a promise
Not a fighter
but the idealist believed in backing it up
Standing up for the woman who wouldn’t sit in the back of the bus
He wasn’t packing a punch
though the matter was such
That his peers were likely dragged from the back of a truck
For doing what he did: speaking for rights
But the realist didn’t believe in the hype
Thinking his people can only be heard if they speak with a knife
The idealist united people to fight for their conscience
While the realist was guided from Elijah Muhammad
And through him violence was authored…”By Any Means” because in these deadly streets
Melanin defined where & what you can get to eat
Melanin was shared by them both, it’s factual:
On March 26, 1964 they crossed paths at the Capitol…
Idealist: “I had a dream where we can stop the violence”
Realist: “While you’re having a dream we’re still in nightmares dying”
They parted ways, while leading the same
Men, women, and children that once the demon enslaved
And of the idealist, one can never forget the speech that he gave,
“I have a dream” he would say
Freeing the brains so ALL’d be as one people embraced
And of the realist, one should never call him defiant
Because he was born when a tyrant exposed him to violence
He became what he hated, fought, and defied it
For his people it was VERY NECESSARY he formed his alliance
This is all in a time where skin color divided
Our vision into categories, where we all were left blinded
If you cross paths with your brother invite him
Into your home to eat, no matter what color his eye is
Please learn from when the POPS clanged…
ON FEBRUARY 21, 1965, MALCOLM HEARD THE SHOTS RANG!
ON APRIL 4, 1968, MARTIN HEARD THE SHOTS RANG!
BOTH CAUGHT SLUGS THROUGH THEIR SHIRTS AND DROPPED DEAD…
And before you give the killer the same image…
Please know that in both killings the race differed…
Black men capped X, and a white man sniped Luther…
Which means in both crimes Ignorance was the prime shooter…
These leaders lost lives, but their passion they’d still keep…
Fate had their spirits cross paths again after the…
beat-beat,
beat…beat
beat…..beat
beat…..beat.
Keep writing Rajhan…