[sankofalist]FW: When the Storm is Forgotten by Saul Williams
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When the Storm is Forgotten
When the storm remains distant
We are heroes of complacency
Puffed chest and swollen pride
We hate ourselves in ways
Only the deepest love could recognize
When the storm remains distant
There is no such thing as us
There is only dollar and dynamite
Gunpowder and fiery God
The churches are filled with women and children
The men pray only in case of emergency
We worship a foreign truth
And only death will stamp our passport
When the storm remains distant
There is no afterlife
Most die unborn
Most live unloved
Disappointment takes on new names and costumes
The future is stillborn and disfigured
The womb becomes an airtight safe
Darkness swallows darkness
When the storm remains distant
Nothing is as is
Songs are opiates
Sleep is the burial ground of dreams
Happiness is a lie
Sex is where love is not
When the storm remains distant
We are unreminded and dare to forget
School is a fashion show
Violence is comfort food
Family is nothing
And nothing is real
When the storm remains distant
Niggas are free to be Niggas
Niggers, Black, you name it
Anything but one thing
Everything but nothing
Even with a shitload of platinum
Wrapped around his neck
Like a southern tree gone petrified
Screw face pearly gate-mouth
Tangled nectar of the stars
When the storm remains distant
Stars are retired drug dealers nicknamed God
Rapists with pretty voices
And anyone but anyone who shines
When the storm remains distant
The sun is flawless in its magnitude
The heavens reflect breath of angels
The people bask in themselves
The storm is forgotten
When the storm is forgotten
The waters, 'though they rise,
Fail to threaten
The people march backwards
from ashes to ashen,
Whiplash, car crash, Cash Money,
Some Niggas eat diamonds for breakfast
Pursue cheap labor, Enslave God
When the storm is forgotten
Poets are meteorologists
Behold, the farmers almanac
The sheep wake up and congregate
The litany begins
When the storm is forgotten
The struggle ends
May the storm never be forgotten.
Saul Williams
www.saulwilliams.com
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<B>When the Storm is Forgotten<BR>
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When the storm remains distant<BR>
We are heroes of complacency<BR>
Puffed chest and swollen pride<BR>
We hate ourselves in ways<BR>
Only the deepest love could recognize<BR>
<BR>
When the storm remains distant<BR>
There is no such thing as us<BR>
There is only dollar and dynamite<BR>
Gunpowder and fiery God<BR>
The churches are filled with women and children<BR>
The men pray only in case of emergency<BR>
We worship a foreign truth<BR>
And only death will stamp our passport<BR>
<BR>
When the storm remains distant<BR>
There is no afterlife<BR>
Most die unborn<BR>
Most live unloved<BR>
Disappointment takes on new names and costumes<BR>
The future is stillborn and disfigured<BR>
The womb becomes an airtight safe<BR>
Darkness swallows darkness<BR>
<BR>
When the storm remains distant<BR>
Nothing is as is<BR>
Songs are opiates<BR>
Sleep is the burial ground of dreams<BR>
Happiness is a lie<BR>
Sex is where love is not<BR>
<BR>
When the storm remains distant<BR>
We are unreminded and dare to forget<BR>
School is a fashion show<BR>
Violence is comfort food<BR>
Family is nothing<BR>
And nothing is real<BR>
<BR>
When the storm remains distant<BR>
Niggas are free to be Niggas<BR>
Niggers, Black, you name it<BR>
<BR>
Anything but one thing<BR>
Everything but nothing<BR>
Even with a shitload of platinum<BR>
Wrapped around his neck<BR>
Like a southern tree gone petrified<BR>
Screw face pearly gate-mouth<BR>
Tangled nectar of the stars<BR>
<BR>
When the storm remains distant<BR>
Stars are retired drug dealers nicknamed God<BR>
Rapists with pretty voices<BR>
And anyone but anyone who shines<BR>
<BR>
When the storm remains distant<BR>
The sun is flawless in its magnitude<BR>
The heavens reflect breath of angels<BR>
The people bask in themselves<BR>
The storm is forgotten<BR>
<BR>
When the storm is forgotten<BR>
The waters, 'though they rise,<BR>
Fail to threaten<BR>
The people march backwards<BR>
from ashes to ashen,<BR>
Whiplash, car crash, Cash Money,<BR>
Some Niggas eat diamonds for breakfast<BR>
Pursue cheap labor, Enslave God<BR>
<BR>
When the storm is forgotten<BR>
Poets are meteorologists<BR>
Behold, the farmers almanac<BR>
The sheep wake up and congregate<BR>
The litany begins<BR>
<BR>
When the storm is forgotten<BR>
The struggle ends<BR>
<BR>
May the storm never be forgotten.<BR>
<BR>
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