A tale to the deadened conscience,
Words piercing the marrow of the brain,
and fear covers the man that hears and believes
The weakest man dreams awake the tales
To discern a saga so filtered,
would be a waste of skill and mind.
Courage is remaining unaltered,
in the hearing of a story so unkind.
brave man have slept the night
of such horror, under heaven's light.
A tale is weakened by time's distance
yet in the shoulders of strong man it was carried.
Insomnia suffers a man swallowed by fancies,
Of such intensity,even wildest dreams can't reach,
Carl Penzram's seed is planted
in a field seemly different
It is black people today,who reflect this white man's nature.
Men's difference wildly differs from that of nature,
There's verisimilitude in all our inexplicable nature!
No color,no culture lays a boundary between man
All man too different and yet the same, man.
The potential of ultimate wickedness
is dormant,in every man save the difference
The seed of corrupt minds rests not in the surface
of our skins--it can't be deciphered merely
from our race.
Let the tales be no more than tales,
it is weakness to think war,
tailored by the hearing of ancient war
even if the odds weren't fair,
let the tales be no more than tales.
K