It's like a cycle 
  of nightmares in inception.

Wake up to find myself 
  in the care of a dead one.
 
If there's levels 
   to this, where's my resurrection?

Because your Jesus doesn't look like 
   the one of Lazarus' recollection. 

Reflection. 

Deflection. 

Rejection. 

Silenced by the deafening decibels 
      of their violence and weapons.

While your silence merely deadens.

We don't want YOUR 
  jammed drums, anvils and hammers.

You're being ransomed, 
  so "stand still for the camera!" 

Bought by the media that's feeding you lies. 
'Keep eating it up like medium fries.' 
Feeding you a few free peanuts 
   as we're being privatized.
It's g- e- no- cide combined like Five Guys.

Martin.
Malcolm.
Medgar. 
Huey. 
Herbert Lee. 

If I'm a hashtag, tell them: 
You have 
Heard of 
Me.

With subversive speech 
   preaching to the cultural Christian norm, 
   that stays hidden from harm, 
   and looks nothing like the Jesus 
   that extended His arms.