Black Poem of resistance and protest

 

They won’t let you in ‘cause you got the wrong doctrine

They won’t let you in ‘cause you don’t wear a cloth

They won’t let you ‘cause you don’t speak in tongues

They won’t let you in ‘cause your breath smells like dung

 

Don’t worry ‘bout thems that’s in the box man

You’d like to, but don’t kick them in the crotch man

They only want one flavor, that fruit

They won’t let you in ‘cause they don’t give a hoot    

 

You don’t want in their box, Schleiermacher’s “religion”

You don’t have to fall to their subjugation

You fall with hard knocks, don’t  call it spirituality

The structure that you build will fall as calamity

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