The Twelve Tribes Of Israel (Judah-Book I)

To the temple of the Sun that radiates upon humanity of the world    
Tell us why humans allow violence from the hearts instead of love from mortal minds to unfurl    
Do you not see, can you not comprehend the codes given from the skies    
The enigma to longevity is not found in a Holy Book used to place a hand upon and then confess out the mouth concealed lies    
A burning cross in the name of salvation yet, unto a race of people hatred in the demise    
The trees you inhale of its natural oxygen as you breathe without question without whys    
Strange fruit have swayed upon the branches by-and-by    
      
In the cause of destruction, man’s hands starting fires to steal sacred terrain    
The wealthy buying the charred soil before the loss of deep-rooted heritage can mourn the pain    
Everything is not what it seems, ask the citizens of Maui where no echoes of its beautiful heritage remains    
We see what the eyes cannot tell you it is our ancestral gift    
No matter which way the cold winds may drift    
The sanctuary of our intellects is the core of your civilization timeless confessions    
We feel the four concerns of the world, the expressions upon the shores, coats me in their soft dedications    
   
Mind altering drugs, manmade assassins at the government’s discretion    
Then voices cry out on Capitol Hill to the NRA to denounce and confiscate the Second Amendment to bare the craftsmanship of your deadly weapons    
We are the people, not man    
You clone the clouds; you embed radiation in virgin soil poisoning your own fertile untilled land    
      
Lies and spies the beginning of Armageddon you bring upon your shores to cause mayhem on the Creator’s time    
Classified military operation, million dollar deals arranged by heads of states to bring the sound of pre-election war crimes    
Look around universal chaos is in front of your eyes    
The media brainwashing power to feed the psyche lower vibrations jargon, more potent than eating human organ meat served with your bioengineered burgers and a side order of greasy fries    
      
Look to the mountains feel the acid rain    
Live the American dream, cannot enjoy the comforts until you are over sixty, body ridden with cancer, too old to feel the pulsate, memory forgone to relax the hemispheres of the brain    
So many lives hang in the balance of life or death            
Fame, Money, Gold, it does not matter to their sense of power, poverty, or wealth            
People running out of in Chapels, no more your ask for answers or resolutions on your knees            
Does it really make you less grand, if your vocabulary does not include a thank you or a please            
Grandeur with words that do foster when not appeased            
      
Have faith when you kneel unto Allah, within that moment the soul must atone  
Lips saying one thing, mentality tends to come on strong            
In life, never allow them to see you sweat            
Bow in grace, aim your arrow, and let it flow when distress has been met            
Live mortals in the day as you were born    
Once out the womb it only brings the compassion of hatred, strife, and scorn    
The heart is meant to share    
Wisdom, you carry upon the strands of your hair    
      
Heaven or Hell are found within the heart’s value, you decide your dedication                
A holy man standing in a pulpit preaching the way to salvation                
One hundred and forty-four souls’ entrance, the others reincarnated to an ungodly world of mind wandering, daily trepidation                
Your fate leaves the mind in waiting, destiny to the last breath            
Which no one knows when reprieve will be given its final rest      
            
When holding life and praying over death as a Nurse      
You come to the understanding you are pushed into the in a baby stroller life coming at you      
Then driven to your spiritual home in a Hearse as everyone’s life is passing you by      
Someone at that time is being born the balance of life is the transference of energy      
Think about what you have done between those paths as the clock of life has come to its last wind      
Have you lived, have you love, have you laughed, have your cleansed your Temple with tears of gladness, sadness, oh these are the emotions ordained on the Creator’s times      
Therefore, my Kingdom shall come      
My will shall be done      
On earth as it shall be in Heaven      
   
Shalom  
   
    
The Sacred Orator