Warrior Poet is an extract from a Jamaica Lives Initiative - Truly Pertinent Questions- The Requiem. Written and redited by wayne D Russell. The poet ask his listeners to take a joutney with through time WARRIOR POETS 'Here! -- Come with me' Don't be mistaken by my appearance Flared leg blue jeans shaven clean with a low fade Not the quintessential intellectual or the Messiah I have no desire to be labeled I do not care who rocked the cradle But if I am not mistaken It was damn well shaken Equally comfortable with a tech-nine or a pen I've come again to walk amongst men for they have sinned. In times of old when I was cold I would snatch heartbeats and open souls No! ...I do not seek to compete for favor frivolity has no neighbors I stood at the feet of God and She told me about the light of salvation She said go and save your nation with the fruits of your labor. She told me to preach it - so now I teach it Existing between modes she spoke of the Krist within me: "Who else ! will bear the cross - but thee?" Warrior poets have no friend but the sword they swing Sword metamorphosed into, a guitar or a pen! We scare souls on sight - Then we... scare them again! Don't be shocked; there are no lines, no confines So by design I operate outside of the box I'm a new-age Bob Marley without dread locks I'm the essence of change a John Coltrain - just call me - Wayne Brother you're right, you're right, you're right, You're right, you're - so right Scripting revolution in coded lyrics ...
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