Black Gold (Poem) Black Gold
We Are Black Gold
that Ancient's sold,
for they were bold
in lies they told.
Maps of minds cease
to recall feasts,
to befall beasts-
thought we were least.
Un-pause the show
and own up yo;
Harlots we know
and play for foe.
Let's turn back hand
hidden in sand,
keeping us bland-
YAH will disband.
Salt of the Earth
even before birth.
Please know thy worth
measured in mirth.
Refined Black Gold
crushed to behold
beauty in loads
encased in soul.
I Am Black Gold
or so I'm told;
Judah stays sold
till' weak comes bold.
P.A.
Shalom
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