Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Conscious Poetics Of The Day 4 Little Letters

Four Little Letters
From a pyrex tube and a petri dish a lethal concontion of living hell was brought into our existence to wreak havoc and do damage with unrelenting persistence. Like some diabolical genetic code it was introduced to hinder any chance for the world’s population to explode. So, blood supplies became tainted, bodies with cancerous sores on their epidermis are painted. Death and misery are synonymous with just 4 Little Letters.
We know how it’s acquired but are we immune? Is there a deficiency with the cure or do we have to deal with another syndrome? See, it’s no longer just drugs and guns made with chrome when it comes to black on black crime and homicide. There’s a new smoking gun in town that will lay you all the way down if you want to play around. All it takes is an infected injection into the womb of a sister who is unsuspecting and it then brings about a new and improved genocide.

Why genocide? Because while you were busy drilling you knew your little soldiers were carrying something too strong for penicillin, so just kept your seed spillin’ into the fertile earth of civilization as then moved undetected like a stealth. They went on a mission to kill and destroy; raving and tearing down the immune system until the person is left only a shell of their former self.

Yeah, four little letters have millions and millions dying, leaving behind family members with tears on their faces drying as the government tell us to find a cure they’re trying, but we know they’re lying because you don’t have to look for something that you’ve created. So misery will continue as the billions for research that pour in are misused and misappropriated.

Combined these four little letters in and of themselves are somewhat of an enigma that causes an irreparable stigma for anybody associated with this destructive malady. Like a Shakespearean tragedy death is usually the end result and since it’s a part of life it’s your choice, because the reaper doesn’t need your assistance or help.

So let me give something to think about before I say peace and I’m out; while you’re out there shaking ya ass and living fast, if you neglect to protect and not be responsible ignorance will make you a thing of the past. See, this aint a game because they’re playing for keeps, so if you love yourself be a positive example for fam and your peeps. Maybe then things will change for the better, if not then the only other alternative is going to be a life sentence locked up by not walls, or bars, but by 4 Little Letters. Peace

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