A Letter for Palestine

BOOM!
sunlight breaks through oblivious fogs of terror
upon those who wonder when the sky will stop shaking 
when their homes will stand still from morning 'till night yet
divine airstrikes slam prayer circles and love rituals with
coordinates coordinated towards an enemy
fabricated worldwide on the Tell-Lie-Vision
telling us terrorists roam underground but
who is writing this
fairy tale of war designed by wolves in Tel Aviv these
Neo-Nazi Zionists and victims of Nazis conspire to annihilate God's children since the days of Adam and Eve

 BOOM!
 from Ferguson to Palestine
displacement is a crime we have been
Violated
priced out
bought out
evicted
Brainwashed
Lied to
Robbed
Arrested
Tortured
Murdered
And terrorized
By criminals in power
From the United States to Israel they treat us
Like wretched of the earth 
at the bottom of the barrel
Second-class citizens who
Will not know the taste of freedom
Or the weightlessness of chain-less limbs
Until we break free, but

BOOM!
the world is still shaking these
walls of dominion rise in hegemony still
higher than the cross used to crucify Jesus by will
higher than any synogogue in Jerusalem within eyesight of God's mercy these
walls paint a picture of division in the shadow of Moses
a struggle fought not for decades but centuries, when will we expose this
epic written since the Crusades with
images of children crying on streets and
families fleeing in a modern day exodus, no it's not Jews it's Palestinians who
bleed from the pain of genocide where
Gaza is drowning not in blood but in tears...
rivers of wine rain down from the veins of the righteous gone insane
pointing fingers at victims turned criminal by media vultures
as mothers cringe at the possibility that their child's first step may be their last

BOOM! 
hospitals for newborns now become graveyards of afterlife
schools are now funeral homes for those left in mourning from 
morning 'till night, craters breed pheonixes meant to rise above these
ashes with nameless faces crying FREE FREE PALESTINE!
FREE FREE the violated the priced out the evicted the lied to the robbed the arrested the tortured the murdered the terrorized the wretched of the earth 
the ones who have been dead since birth from bombs that go
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!

A Letter For Palestine

Broken chains from bodies enshrined in divinity shattered till unconscious
Living proof that all Black lives are worth fighting for
All lives matter only when white lives say so
Crackers they are called then for whipping and now for broken spines from turbulent joy rides
Kids ask their parents if everything will be okay but mommy has been

Living in a State of emergency since birth from
Inside wombs outlawed as cemeteries being
Very very careful not to look too Black
Every 28 hours Daddy hugs his little girl So he can 

Make sure to remember what it feels like to have a daughter
Agony is now a vaccine for mortality
Training themselves to endure the inevitable
The struggle is real yes it cannot be denied the
Empire of violence breeds vengeance through the barrel of a gun
Ripping apart dark blue button ups who keep

Mounting an offensive against the innocent
I pray for the day to breathe easy knowing that
Living isn't considered a crime and that
Lying on police reports actually is
Impunity is a drug sold in white markets
Owned by the 1%
Never guilty, just clumsy
Sitting on their hand waiting for bailouts

Marking the treasures of looted nations
Acquiring enough power to blow the planet up and then rebuild it 
Rude they call those who dare resist
Crazy they call those who dare to change
How can we continue living like this?

Not even God can believe how far we would go to hold our mouths
Yet again 
Can't go on living like this, nomore.

Why They Matter

The [Black Lives Matter Minneapolis] Protest

Tyranny, here
Hell outside
Everyone duckin’

Bullets flyin’
Lives wounded
Activists marchin’
C-c-cops killin’
K-K-Killers roamin’

Less safety
ISIS who???
Videos deleted
Empire burning
System unstable

Mainstream media
Always lyin’
Tell-Lie-Vision programmin’
Televised mission
Eraseable prisons
Revolutionary wisdom

Maced ambitions
Insidious plans
Never democratic
Never humane
Equally evil
Always unjust
Po-po plottin’
Oligarchy fallin’
Love rebuildin’
Interconnecting spirits
Solidarity, always

People Power!
Revolutionary vision
Overthrowin’ systems
Taking back
Equality imminent
Social change
Tyranny, over.

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[Disclaimer: Original production credit of 'The Protest' goes to Flying Lotus and Warp Records.]

Photo credit: Jay EsPhotography

The [Black Lives Matter Minneapolis] Protest (Flying Lotus Remix)

BUTTERFLY

Beauty in the breeze, I see heaven rising 
Intuition wallops in waves through concrete ashes
Lavender plush pedals growing high despite the odds, the flood, the fog, the flames the, threat of stagnation and, limitations and
Auspices vanishing from Vaticans and, reappearing on movie screens, yet this time they're African
Looking graciously at the enemy, he stands there watching, expecting resistance but don't be mad at him

Breach him with the power to welcome the reign, no not from clouds but instead our hands
Underneath folding seas that heal all terror, both self inflicted, and upon others
Tables turn as concrete ashes rise, no not from clouds but instead our hands, twisting , trembling, collapsing, until the levees fall 
Tornadoes ravage towns turned ghost, yet spirits remain, gliding across seas, demons healed by butterflies later pimped for profit
Echoing in an atmosphere high enough to unleash hurricanes with wings that bury flames 
Riddles cannot satisfy the mystery dressed between aerodynamic hearts floating along urban territories
Few make it out, many surrender to temptations that choke whatever is left of 
Lives lost at sea, across the deadliest bluest trench known to hue-man
Yet these are the same trenches, where flowers, still bloom

Against the current they exist as rebels, dark on surface, light within

Lost at sea, found to be, vessels for change they, metamorphosize not only their bodies but also their minds, forging bridges in a matrix that sets us up to fail, that
Only cares to show the facade of equality, this ain't no democracy as long as they call butterflies
Violent yet, how can we be so silent in the face of oppression, we did not build this cocoon they put us in made for compression of souls yet in that struggle
Emerges a new being...free, found, flowing

Surging through clouds previously reserved for actors in training
Understand the shit that I'm saying
Rise again oh rise, rise , these wings are made for flying through
Rains that crush indiscriminately like the
Empire that sends drones to other nations
All to gain something that can be conquered only, with
Love


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[Disclaimer: Original production and distribution credit of 'Butterfly' goes to Bilal Oliver and Entertainment One Ltd. Records. Image credit goes to Tom Eversley, via http://isorepublic.com/urban-butterfly]

Jay Espy

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