Nah Dead, Rasta Still deh deh!

there was blood on the floor
dread on the walls
the unquiet violence of our dreams
came with a finality
that made the sun shy away and the moon grow paler
it is finished
the world soon done!
judgeman soon come
and Mama Afrika restored
to Her pagan glory
but the Stepping Razor said no!
I don't want your Soon Come
because justice delayed
they say
is justice denied
and all the politricksters and their penguins have lied

where is Jah today?
when bullets rip through holy walls
gangsters own the keys to paradise.
Where is the king of kings today?
when we embed our babies in our secret shame,
when we torture our mothers
when this motherless system's to blame?

cosmic jokes and divine comedies
heavy hearts thud
like goat skin drums
or any black body hitting striking the mud.
another statistic of a world with no equal rights
nor jahstice
it's just us
and them
i and i still in doubt
and "me don't know how we and dem a go work it out"