We are covered in blood, girl. You know both our forefathers were slaves. Let us hope they've found mercy in their bone-filled graves. - Bob Dylan

A poem is a naked person....Some people say that I am a poet.

I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him"

Oh, the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour when the ship comes in

Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered