The Hunt is On they are comming

ReShilPaRe · (#1 (**permalink**))

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The hunt is on they are coming,

I can hear the hounds while I am running.

The hunt is on they are coming, for my life I am running.

Senseless savage murderers on my trail,

Melanin recessive human devils without their pick-fork or their tail.

The hunt is on they are coming,

I can hear the hounds while I am running.

Screaming: ' Run Nigg*r run'.

In the distance I can hear shots being fired from their guns.
Shouting: ' Nigg*r when we catch you we are going to have some fun'.

The Serpent-seed are on my tail.

The blood hounds have sold me out, they are hot on my trail.

They may be man'sbest friend, but us they hate.

I am innocent yet my life is at stake.

I beg earnestly for god to help me in Jesus sake.

The hunt is on they are coming,

I can hear the hounds while I am running.

I am giving it all I can, to keep running is my only plan.

My heart is thumping in my chest.

Buckets of perspiration soaks through my vest.

Running and looking back. I fall on my face at the sound of CRACK.

Oh dear I can feel a burning. To continue running I am yearning.

Back to my feet I struggle.

I pray that god would from these racist devils me secretly smuggle.

I pray my most sincere pray, yet no answer I hear.

I can't run any faster as I did before .

The hounds are going to catch me for sure.

The hunt is on they are coming,

I can hear the hounds while I am running.

The devils children are drawing near.

Their cries for my blood I can clearly hear.

My heart thumps and my body shivers with fear.

God where are you? Are you going to save me today?

The hunt is on they are coming,

I can hear the hounds but now I am limping.

I can hear them, they are closer now. Maybe I can still escape. But How?

In the dark I hear a Shout: 'Boys we will be having ourselves a lynching tonight'

OH NOOO! the hounds have found me. OHHH GOD they have surround me. They Charge and bite my flesh, They tear me apart like wire mesh.

I know I will meet God in heaven now or sure.

I am holy, holy with bite marks galore.

The hunt is over I am no longer running.

They have caught me now they are no longer coming.

Gun butts all in my face.

Knifes gashing me and sticks bashing me all over even in my private place.

I pray, pray for help but god is invisible, vanished without a trace.

I know they are going to kill me, they are going to take my life.

I know I will never again see my children or my wife.

A voice shouts: ' Boys don't kill him until we get to the chosen place'

They quickly slung a rope around my neck and dragged me through the bush.

Me they kicked beat, taunted and pushed. Slashing at my fingers and toes,

the blood from my hand flowed like water from a hose.

My eyes were so bruised I could not even see.

Only faint blurs and shadows moving around me.

One sign of hope in front of me I see, it is the old rugged cross of Calvary.

The fire burning on it is the only light I see.

With a slash of knives my nose and ears feel to the ground

So noisy was the lynch mob that their voices made one loud sound.

I can not even scream they have cut out my tongue.

The sound of murder was in the air.

Relieving my suffering God didn't even care.

They strung me up several times then let me down.

They revived me constantly to bring me around.

When they strung me up the final time, I knew I was at the end of the line.

God has not come to save me. These devils are taking the life he gave me.

Despite this God remained still while these white devils his child violate with the aim to kill.

Thank god it is over, the deed is done.

They are bored now they aim their guns.

Many blast of gunfire light up the night like the sun.

Scores of bullets riddle my body.

I shake from side to side as hundreds of bullets enter my body and leave the other side. Thank God I am Holy now. Slowly my life slips from my body.

RELIEF at last. My soul has passed.

Coroners report :: 'DEATH AT THE HANDS OF PARTIES UNKNOWN'

Transmitted by an ancestor who did not make it. ASHAAY.
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The Watcher · (#2 (**permalink**))

Try copying and pasting to notepad and then transferring your poem. It might workconfused3

ReShilPaRe · (#3 (**permalink**))

Thanks for the advise friend.

BlaQwoman · (#4 (**permalink**))