To Abu-Jamal poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Ever darkening the mark of the beast saying prayers eastwords

Abu-Jamal do you still do touching that forehead to the floor.

How do you cope not guilty of what the law says that you are guilty of? 

Divine grace is the word, to live with that. The grace of divinity on which I live

Which a man needs when he watches like Esau contemplating runaway Jacob 
For which the man needs the grace of divinity

Till the day of reckoning.

I Black Lamb of God I ask a once faithful or still faithful of the Beast  

The law says you’re a murderer, are you? Does that make you a murderer?

Jamal a thief dares to set on my poetry on the religion Morningstarwitness   

To which I Black Lamb of God I am founder and author of the Holy Book VALAKA 

The religion Morningstarwitness is my rebellion and revenge

As Islam was the revenge and rebellion of the Beast.

I Black Lamb of God say the world must look to 'the day of the wrath of the Lamb’ that righteousness and meritocracy rule the world of heaven on earth

By the way a fellow proclaims to be the Beast, he must as he pleases, 
Anyway the Beast is come and gone and lives

With his mark the mark of the Beast darkening foreheads in devotional prayers eastwards. More grace Mumia Abu-Jamal. 

Copyright © 'To Abu-Jamal' by Simpa Omoluabi.