I Had A Dream (Shapeshifter-Martin Luther King, Jr.)

From the jungle as a Black Panther King, I once roamed  
To commence me back into a human form, let my voice become your ring tone  
   
This is not what I had in mind  
Over the hills over that mountaintop, I have traveled through the portal of time  
Let my words be heard for every man, woman, baby boy or every baby girl  
The war is not with technology but with the diabolical tongue confessions of society when wickedness unfurls  
I stood on the podium to declare my humbly decree  
For every nation, every color, every region in the name or destruction who wants to be intellectually free  
   
My wife, Coretta Scott King at my side  
A Queen to uphold the laws of peace she stood in my absence until we commenced our souls back unto the skies  
To the black man, you must understand  
You are going by the way of the Heathen, your dialect is acrimonious, yet, you do not know why your life remains incarcerated under the master’s plan  
I gave you the blueprint for a better life  
Love from your heart, let it circulate in your bone marrow, rebuke the whips of universal strife  
   
I asked of the Creator’s permission to give me one more breath to seep my words from the clouds of infinity’s portal  
To uplift everyone, if you must know there are in Heaven, many great forgotten mortals  
The hills of Mt. Zion are in the Moorish man’s bone marrow for him to castrate hatred caused by religions and the ideology of how it divides  
A hindrance to his Crown Charka, is the real apple of his eyes  
The truth is not found between a woman’s thighs  
It is the man, who can create his own destiny on soil and take a Queen’s hand as their spirit's fly  
   
The drift of the winds they can soar, be as one, their footprints embossed in the sands    
Their mission of life found in the journey of celestial evolution across the great lands  
Take comfort black man, you are the chosen one  
I give you my word, what is first, shall be last, shall become again, you are the Melaninated Children Of The Sun  
Revelation in the rod of your spine, your body the staff upon the face of the earth  
Hold fast, hold on, and hold out, there is glory in the coming of your Psalms, it is the Proverbs of your rebirth  
I stand at the helm as my Sacred Orator transpose my words  
She is the cradle of life found in the wings of a wise bird  
   
Regain your composure, do not sell the afterlife, which is concealed by the code of your ancient soul  
Above the galaxy, forevermore will surely greet your spirit, and then a higher existence you will be consoled  
I have seen the discord from above    
I have heard the chaos with no embracement of love  
This is the chance for you to outline your holy temple with a future home, from where you stand  
To give civilization the amendments of growth    
Verily. verily, I say unto you, do not allow it to be cast aside upon any command    
Your birthright should not be sacrificed by blood by riches as fame will demand
Where Satan rules the day of your heart, and Lucifer rules your cognitive awareness at night  
Do not fall unto the deep calling of the darken fiery abyss, your soul will never take flight  
   
Do not allow the darkness to slither inside  
You are the Utopia of resilient grace, it is where the Hebrew light of truth and justice resides    
My time is fading  
Raise your young Kings, to worship the mind, heart, the womb of his Queen, and not systematically degrading  
The beast of detriment is in the sinful details  
In the afterlife you decide your pilgrimage, Head to Heaven or caught by Hell’s tails  
And my Kings, as I look down beyond the clouds, I would like to say, keep your faith, as I wish each and every one of you Hebrew Kings, well    
Take my sermon to your intellect  
And sow your seeds as furfure enriching roots to sprout forth your lineage, therefore, each generation, shall know peace, and love will be felt  
   
Do not allow this civilization to destroy what my speeches, the civil unrest of segregations, the sit in’s, the water hosed upon the masses, to be in vain  
Love thy neighbor throughout the best of times, and always keep an umbrella in your pocket in case of unseen stinging rain  
And find that esoteric spirit each day to carry you through    
Be kind to self, share your tranquility with others, but never sink below your own philosophical vibration to pity the jackal or the fool  
If so, it will, and it shall become wasted energy and bitter swallowed food  
Go in peace, may my teachings be taken in the remembrance of me before I turn around  
The smoke will be the echoing wishes of my Heavenly hushed sound  
   
Gone  
   
The Sacred Orator