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Old Deluder
Stricken, broken down and discontentment
The crippling economy has taken a toll on me
The kids are out of control and they run buck wild
And my wife is constantly complaining about
The roof top leaking from the disastrous tornadoes
That visits us quite frequently and occasionally
They make themselves feel right at home at my front doorsteps
Quite irritating and perplexing to say the least
As though God has abandon me and my home
And the devil has run amuck without any reservation
For what I'm going through
I'm desperate for help and an olive branch is desperately needed
But I live in Kentucky,
In one of the most remote rural areas of the country
Where impoverishment is like second hand smoke
And it's contagious from the womb to the tomb
And they say ignorance is bliss
But my ignorance is rooted deeply in my town's conformities
And I don't equivocate at the thought of professing
My disdain for a select few that run around here
Like lost herds in a pack,
Cuz that hatred for that next man is a reflection of
My own self hatred that confines me inside
But I'm sorry,
My skin color is all that I've got
That makes me feel white and proud
So I cling on to it like that hunting rifle sitting over there
That's used to obliterate and kill those animals over there
If you know what I mean
But ironically that hunting rifle has abandoned me
At the very moment that I need it the most
Just like the God I confide in and believe in so much
He too seems miles and miles away
Distant like memories that keep me daydreaming
About a brighter day for me
Of overcoming this natural and manmade disaster
So I just continue on with my daily devotion
Hoping and praying,
That the situation will get better in time
And wishing that man over there
Stays and lies over there
As I continue to wait on my God for his blessings…
Written by Kikunga