Chemical-agents and

smoke from trash-fires

sit and stare,

hanging in the air--

a smoggy-spectator;

while my skin does the cheering,

'cause there has to be an audience in my skin

raging

burning

churning

my anger into rage.

"BURST-2!"

--CLING--

my home-made face-mask shielded that swing

A swing they thought

would penetrate deep

through my black-meat;

through my black-beat,

breaking my black-drum.

But drum-Man

my oppressors can't see.

My technology's

beyond their expertise,

like the Pyramids--

centered

in perfect Light,

with righteous sight.

"No weapon formed against me shall" suffice.

I fight with a might,

beyond "sight-beyond-sight."

Ready to explode,

an Ebony nuclear-payload.

FEEL MY LIGHT !!!

...........chshhhhhhhh.

--BRANDED--

by the flames of

CONSCIOUSNESS.