idle thoughts of crisis (unfinished)

I check my g-shock to find the time
calculate the minutes in seconds
unwind
rewind
fast forward to hours
these days are full of water and blood
wars and deep pockets
cries, poverty and yachts
wall street, broad street and street walkers
human trafficking
blacks, latin and africans
packed in prisons
san francisco, geronimo and guantanamo
one of these doesn't belong
bombs and collard greens
artillery shells and rice
tanks and tang
rhetoric and apple pie
nooses and nosy neighbors afraid to tell
flash mob hysteria
hysterical laughter
the mourning after the aftermath
t-minus too many lives lost
smoke clouds and cigars
blueprints and code reds
plans, deception and death plots
assassinated dreams deferred
glib lies and truth serum
snowboarding, skateboarding and waterboarding
what does torture look like?
secret missions under the cloak of dark
light skinned presidents carrying out white agendas
someone blamed the tranny's
there are transplants buried deep in all this soil
it will be hard to bypass these clogged arteries
my heart is telling me to resist arrest and then attack
so what we are in the last days
this is just the beginning
3 balls, two strikes, two outs in the bottom of the ninth inning
even so, the game has just started
someone just farted on this whole agenda
flagulations
congratulations to all those
that write Fanonian rhymes in these draconian times
bless the wretched of the earth
the proletariat, harriet and the lariat
tbc......