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A FREE KA

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Moroccan, Egyptian, Libyan, Tunisian, Algerian, and Mauritanian
Have all become parts of a geographical deception
Imagine that... some no longer consider them to be Afrikan…
Imaginary drawn line in the sands… of so called 'Sub' Saharan
To Sahel with that!
From ones origins, in just, one genetically cannot just separate
Continents peoples so diverse, now diverged, become so disparate
Introduction of caste to promote class, becomes fear to interlace
Question; Are you a human being an elected party to that rat race?
In truth we are a species derived from a mutual cognation
In truth we are a species deprived from a neutral cognition
Multicultural societies were hubs to advance knowledge for each nation
Always a mass occurs to welcome visitors, the result being integration
So in conclusion, inclusion conduced demographic alteration
Hence less melanised simply became another common complexion
This concept worked, then dishearteningly, became occupation
Let us never forget genocidal tendencies witnessed amongst invasions
Amass acres too, incoming raiders, them who craft altercations
Eradicate the men, rape of women to advance their assimilation
Original scriptures torched, monuments defaced during inquisition
Enforced new infrastructures taken liberty to impose a said "Liberation!"
Here I must add there are also those of an insidious approach but with similar inclination
Aim, to form affiliation with trusting civilisations
When greeted by laurel wreaths, feast, and celebrations
Warm, joyous, and friendly bare opened arms
From the heat fanned shaded guests with palms
Never guessed they were shady, guns cocked reading psalms
Niceties recant; take out their heat to inflict maximum harm
With no laurels fanned out in wreathe formation causing alarm
Now everywhere panic and fear replace previous calm
Taking aim, bear arms opened without qualm
Tears and screams drowned as shots fire
A regret filled liaison ends in a hail of pellets as lives expire
The aftermath left only rubble and sorrow... now a post state
Aide provided only for those accepting a new life as an apostate

Now here is my question, "Why is there an asserted limited period of time attached to Bronze Age?"
Nothing is wrong with being fair and honest accepting black, brown, and tanned were also the rage
Yet an angry few, as I've said, burnt scriptures and took it upon themselves to revise brand new pages
Pour ire on whatever new ways their world engages
Crossed out to edit negative spin on what is known as the 'Dark Ages'
As though mistook transcripts for transfers permitting invented stages
Blatantly onto the past they iron ages…
Come on, you gotta admit this is so outrageous!
One period in time well known for producing fabricated evidence
The era known as that conveniently extensive poncey renovations
Actually that might be wrong, I think it's called poxy renaissance
Scratch heads writing in lies, scratch heads writhing in lice and venereal infections
Whilst ink still drying pen smudge unbridled views to antiquated times to cook up disservice
The New World orders this farce fed, as mealy sponsored historians and religious pontificate by behest
Unashamedly prominent scholastics and ecclesiastics deliberate on...
Controlling information the affluent donators won't allow to escape
On deliberate construct interpolated histories that align to the agreed upon
All adhere with wildly concocted and now widely accepted paradigms to postulate
Now religion versus religion, reciting similar versions of verses promoting love and forgiveness
Whilst they are forever locked in a constant battle of no good versus evil, these Massacreationist
There would be no devastating aftermath if the concern over the loss of life were to be considered or calculated before
The cost of even a single life is far more valuable than combined collateral damage to property in mans many, many holy wars.
Overtly pious Pseudepigrapha
Overly bias Apocrypha
Zealous liar, an antiquarian
Jealous Sire, now his story in
Have some Joe sieve away idiosyncratic detailing
With the accusation "they were born of sin"
Mostly a scallywag, complete scavenger erasing...
Memories of first inhabitant by simply inserting an exonym
Sights that once held revelations of true beginning
Now are sites late arrivers possess after imposing ways in
"Without laws", they say of indigenous man
Then set out laws from another land
Then set outlaws on originals that band…
Brutes dish out force, no matter how out of hand
Cash paid out lords each will... under barked command
Finally one who holds rein turns out lauds, while knowing
A paid carnage acted out, with nonchalance is showing
Just carry on about laws none recognise or understand
Ill logic to those living out lore's Nature keeps in hand

You see what's now ordained is missing a symmetry
Convoluted misinformation form wordy asymmetry
Let stranger sit down to trip an uh ascend with me
Smoked pipe as friend with the brothers who grow an uh send me trees
Shook hands then took land saying, "I agreed" because him uh send me treats
Treaties, building over places disguising the fact they became warriors cemeteries
Now all that remains of my people is alone... it's simply me, the last sentry
The final sediment trapped in a dissymmetry
All the family leaves, fell to a sim of tree
Permanently lain to rest…
Beneath new fat family's crest
My lost history was those torn out pages, now it seems a myth story
So many ghosts haunted, lost souls adrift, amiss in the mist of mystery
It has been said, "The deeper you dig, the darker it gets", this is where the genuine past remains unsoiled
Now unelected perpetual motions keep real topics interned and subjects buried in trivia to be kept embroiled
Minds over matted with mental gauges of 'manufractured' prisms in opaque abstract barrier
Unlike a cerebral hallucinogenic odyssey waged to augment an individuals' innovative character
This once inspirational era enhanced creativity is now a bygone and misconstrued in these 'Philosophers Stoned Age'
The subconscious now well and truly imprisoned by form, no longer know innate ability to disengage
A mask secures current curriculum nursing doctored lies with neuro-linguistic programmer schools 'meducation'
A mass see curse of being governed through life as necessity, sadly not as indoctrination
Masts are curs solitary formal offering, as though partially raised flailing flags serves as reparations
More akin to a façade marking the failing, flagging, torn apart countries in the path of partitions
A mass seek errs rectified, oppose the unruly, ruling class as right or blight duly receive retribution
Instead massacres in 'times of peace' increasing…
Over these proud yet rapidly decreasing civilisations
One can't throw their rattle from this cradle of man… No matter what level of ire erupts
The descendant of an Afrikan you be… and one cannot escape a matter of fact as such
Now as this plays on your mind...
By a logic all hatred is nurtured fear and jealousy, so poisonous it simply raises to boil over complexions
The return for anyone so threadbare in reason is an all-consuming vitriol praising mindless complexions
Raise cyst stems from a gangrenous contaminant that festers deep inside a tormented misshapen soul
From afar right conditioning influences the spreading of this contagious bile, afflicting ills upon others beyond control
This now leads me to histories being told by the victors, should it not be categorised as 'victitious' revision?
As it becomes apt low groups of man being claimants to lands, who are formerly of foreign origin
The countless violent usurpers foraging for region
Or should that actually be 'Foregion' or 'Forigin'?
Anyway... geographically determine his some borders, farm out lands previously effectuated
Herdsmen and cattle suffer from restricted movement, once aligned to seasons that fluctuated
Breath-taking scenic planes and savannahs were not enough reasons alone to become infatuated
It was also slaughtering big game for play, also financial gains from minerals as they absquatulated
Income for those incoming and willing to enact all kinds of misdeeds for new income
Sinking to new low by taking evil to new heights to come out gaining desired outcome
Exchange for currency with no reside, concurrently see gold stay as current flavour
Recurrently same current few reside over, at times used in bad taste to curry favour
By rulers never measuring up, unrefined margins of promised lies lead us loss as lost leaders lied
Initiating means for the poor souls to subside as nefarious enterprise see the wealthy subsidised
Conclusion.
Alterations inclusion in truths construes intrusion in truce thru collusion
Alternations infuse confusion in fusion unfused coalitions induce collision
Altercations a ruse used on all turn nations into altar nations
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