Poem #19 of 365: Babylon is on Fire

Babylon is on fire.

The gypsies will no longer roam,
Crystal balls will be thrown
Against the Great Wall of China
And tarot cards will be ripped
and thrown in faces of idolaters.

The earth has been salted
And the minds have been lobotomized,
children sodomized
and reprogrammed with USB drives
Containing an MS DOS program
Bringing mankind back to the basics--
We are the primates speaking code--
The chimpanzees, the apes, the monkeys
swinging from trees
foraging the forest
For signs of evolution,
Predicting the Apocalypse
with the position of star alignment
for 2012.

We live in chaos
because the Tower of Babel
was built way too high
and Tarzan can't climb that high,
Superman can't fly
or leap that high
in a single bound.
No one will be saved this time.

Poem #18 of 365: The Spiritual

Cracked voice
like fresh cement
dries too soon--
A falsetto for a false Jesus.
The negro spiritual
says God's gonna trouble the water,
but I'm not sure who is God
and if there is one,
then whose God?

Place Moses in a wicker basket
and on the Styx River,
let him float
to Saint Nobody,
find him a mother who cares
like Medusa,
the misunderstood
sistah with dredlocks,
who takes no shit
from white folk,
but will protect that white baby
like he's her own.

Poem #17 of 365: Rich White Folks. . .

Rich White folks
never wear hats
during winter
or condoms during sex--
their blankets of money
keep them warm and safe.
Only poor black kids
get viruses--
like Sharmieka and her kid.
They say she gave birth
to a kid and infected
him with her breastmilk.
She thought it was okay
for her man to come inside
of her while she was pregnant.
She thought he wasn't cheating on her either.

Poem # 16 of 365: Untitled

Walking the halls--
like Bertha Mason
haunting a home--
Spirits terrify,
destroys The House--
she speaks in code.