TactiX

Sometime soon      
           thing's are goanna change!      
     
                          "I have a dream!"  
     
     
An all black-suit      
          with a Bull-Horn      
Leaning out the Impala      
         SCREAMING      
word's of Freedom!      
     
Come-on      
my brotha's & sista's      
Sing these word's      
& feel them      
Take the wounded      
the one's with out shelter      
Build a House      
       bring them in      
 Let's start the healing!      
     
A modern-day Malcom      
can't see in the grey      
It's in Black      
         & White      
all the answer's are clear      
     
   
No Fire-Works on the 4th      
               or      
   Turkey's on Thursday      
just fundraisers for soldiers      
& Sunday's a work day      
Away for your      
          Birthday      
  while faith      
is just word-play    
     
A reckless engagement      
with the will to win      
We must conquer  
           these dangers      
engaged in the wind      
Striking with haste      
to appease an agenda      
Eluding the command      
of a reluctant defender      
     
Any & All      
Whom wish to declare      
Their right to a way      
which comes to an Heir      
Noble & worthy      
we succumb to these tortures      
until this undoing      
Reveals our lost fortunes...