Mortal Instruments v Divine Weapons

It is finished! This poem raps up the unofficial Satirical Trilogy that began with Fp= Force of Pain and Mellifluous Maledictions. I actually wrote this a few months ago after Louder than a Bomb season ended, but I needed to make some finishing touches. I spent the most time on this piece and I may consider using this for competitions in the future. After this poem, my next works will take a different direction. Enjoy!

America…your 50 states are in a state of mass hysteria

There’s a virus spreading like malaria,

Look around in your area, and you’ll see nothing scarier:

Death is being brought from Desert Eagles and revived Jim Crows,

Stray shots silence souls and bury ‘em down under,

Bullets bury into Kevlar-free skin, as bangs! ring like thunder,

But this is just the beginning of the storm…

Smoke swirls out of confused silencers,

Silencing sorrowful screams and shattering serene scenes

Cold barrels are serving as voice pieces for an oppressed people

Their trigger fingers smash skulls, and clip the wings of the caged bird

The worth of words wastes away, while Langston’s dreams get deferred

Shaky hands and desperate minds serve as judge, jury, and executioner

As ballistic bullets bruise and batter bodies, sowing bullets into the bedding of graves

But these problems are more than skin-deep,

Now we have kids on the streets picking up pistols for cheap,

And teenagers are buying AKs for under 47 dollas

Shooting up places leaving more people at the altars

Police fire metal caps at hoods and snapbacks

Necks snap back when ropes pierce necks like thumbtacks

And when blood paints pictures of the streets, we call that abstract

And post it on our Instagram and forget about it till Winter,

Make a brief mention of Facebook and tell a few folks Twitter

We try to heal wounds with 2^nd amendments,

Yet our weapons are increasing like the size of our phones,

Turning people to drones, becoming more prone, to violence

Yeah, looks like these bellicose brawls are innate to America’s core,

You see, the Civil War was raging when Abe gave his four seven score,

Natives were killed when Columbus came from another shore

Yeah US has always had a belli for war

But has refused to fight the good fight here,

We protect life abroad, yet neglect it at home, going to international war zones

Spoiled, we search for oil, gasoline pumping life into our weapons

But we got problems at home, America

While your politics worry about your parties and priorities

Male sororities still utter racial slurs,

Law Enforcement authorities beat on minorities,

As pockets of white spit shoot on black ground,

Students from Cabrini and Englewood drown,

Amidst school topics they haven’t been taught,

They can’t break old ground, even though they have the knowledge

Told by society that they are nothing more than garbage,

America, we have students struggling to pay for college!

Their scholarships are sinking in these dangerous C’s plus,

Under resourced students get nothing less than D’s

They can’t cross the middle passage, cuz the schools pass average gives passage to life ending in a casket, leaving them burnt out, funerals in ashes

America, please break from your violent routine, and spare change!

But your dollars won’t make sense of this problem,

No our salvation lies in the one who was born in the manger’s shed,

The cross was his deathbed, where his love ran red,

It was the metal in the hand of the blood of the lamb,

That gives the promise of a new land,

So instead, of trying to fight fire with fire,

I am going to trust in Jesus Christ the Messiah!

His arrival is my survival,

He is not riding a war horse, just a plain old donkey

But with his 5 loaves and 2 fish he’ll bring an end to this anarchy,

Cuz right now, the flames of Mount Doom are heating up with 451 degrees

Trying to burn away the pages of scripture with false pictures of success,

And even though your atomic bombs leave valleys of dry bones,

Leaving Hiroshima and Nagasaki to groan

It’s God’s breath that puts life and flesh on those bones

His word that can get bread from a stone,

So I’ll beat back the world’s flaming arrows,

With the word of God that pierces flesh, blood, and marrow

And walk the road less traveled and take the narrow path,

Receiving scorn from the world is better than God’s wrath

And through the flames I will be refined like Isuldir’s blade,

As iron sharpens iron, I’ll emerge stronger through this fire

So America, look no further to elaborate schemes or battle plans,

Investing in more tech, will bring more screams and will destroy more land,

There is no war on poverty or on terror, just a war against our sinful nature,

So let’s look to God’s word, and call him Lord and Savior,

While planting his gospel by ourselves, like streams of living water,

And once the stone has been rolled away, founding fathers you will have found the father