Unclean, Unclean
Depart
All you Bloody men
They be Regions
Where devils dwell
Wild men cry out
from speakers
Wicked images
stream live on screens
Blood on the dance floor
Blood on the streets
In the blood is the life
Bullet holes and wounds
Innocent preyed on by the Unclean
What's your name?
They call me Legion
For we are many
In this Dark Region
I heard a prophet say,
“I have a dream”
And another said, “By any means”
Abolish slavery Now
Oh, the souls of Black folks
How will we Survive?
The politician say, “better jobs,
better housing, better education”
The preacher say, “ Come to church on
Sunday, and go to heaven- when you die”
But who is looking up to you?
Who is seeking your word?
Searching your scriptures
You called for Returning and Faith
Your hands and words-They heal
Freeing the tormented, binding up
wounds,
Separating the just from the wicked
In your day justice and righteousness
Shall reign
And Israel shall be saved
And all nations shall come to your
light
And Darkness will run and hide itself
Shalam
ZARACH
