An African King Within His Right

My love, my Moorish King we have been walking our land way before time
Delivering our messages to hearts, with reasons and with rhymes
Giving kids smiles of joy each cheerful holiday ingrained in the divine

Do you think the grown folk masses are really listening
When sleigh bells are glistening
The holidays are not just about spreading cheer this time of the year
My love, I am sure minds would think differently in the absence of money, heat, shelter, that brings human fears

When loved ones who were here last year their absence is sadly felt in the need
Unto their wandering soul, may they rest within the Creator’s sacred reprieve
Newborn babies being conceived upon wicked land riddled with greed
However, my love, it does make one wonder, is the gift of giving only in remembrance for one day
If only ungrateful eyes could see the possibilities, the lingering hopes from the view of a Children’s Cancer Ward, it would take one’s breath away

It makes you get down on your knees and for the little offerings in life granted, thankful you pray
In its acceptance be that it may
Or, how about those innocent chaps, year after year, who are sitting behind caged bars
Pro-Bono cases, victims’ DNA were not used, alibis were concealed, you can only push the law so far

This world has gotten so distraught and distant from any other year I can remember
It’s demoralizing to the young ones that technology has warped their brain cells from January through the months of December
These children do not keep the commandments, the seven deadly sins are the referenced Bible to communicate
Do not know how to share, celebrate
Social networks used and abused for hate
No time for the intellect to settle, regroup, or differ between virtual and reality
Jaded hearts, distorted minds, shadowing the soul in its duality

To be quiet in its own peacefulness to atone
It’s always on some form of gadget no matter where the brain waves may roam
Violence, Premarital Sex, Drugs, and Peer Pressure, is that now the daily agenda for humanity just to fit in
Wrong, is now right, and Right, is now a sin
How about the time of the year when men have no shoes on their feet
Children going hungry who live on the streets

Yet, Mr. Charley at the end of the year
Getting tax breaks and shoving down society’s throat, the promise of good cheer
Nevertheless, when your Gas and Electric gets turned off at the start of a New Year
That CEO is not around to dry those worried tears
My love, the Sire of my heart, mm… I would love to feel happiness in that sleigh bed of yours
This is a vast world and not so much jubilation for the land of milk and honey to pour

You have mortar falling and bombs shooting off in the air
Religious fanatics who preach the gospel, outside of the congregation, they still do not care
So many generations have taken a fall, each spearhead must learn to remain standing tall 
This world does not know the definition of love, peace, and goodwill toward all
I see it is up to us, with you sweet looking self
Much later I will open that vintage bottle of top shelf

If we did not have to prepare in advance a night when we have to fly the skies
I would be on my knees, kissing my mistress up her inner thighs
I would be making love to you upon the bags of presents, keeping that South hot and wet,  all over this Kingdom come, making the bushy nest melt

Oh, sweet mercy yes, yes, my love
I am satisfied with my melanin Nubian Queen, ordained and sent from above
Mm... I love it when you spoil me, my Moorish King
And you still looking good woman, eye candy to this ole man’s eyes, and you still can make my heart sing

I’ll see if I make the lady sigh once again tonight without the handcuffs
Mmm..hmm,  that sounds like another excuse to see me in the buff
I do love when you are deep inside me, and the way you dip, slip, thrusting, and then stir
Therefore, I will be sure to save some of my adult toys for you to use on me much later, ooo... I just love it when you make me softly purr

We Are Sovereign

Dedicated to Captain Ibrahim Traoré, President of Burkina Faso, and to the sons and daughters of Africa who strive for sovereignty, dignity, unity, and a brighter future for generations yet unborn.

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Kemymalia (K.)™