Thank God for the Nation

……Aamir El amin, the unseen, pulling the blind into the light, straightening out the spine and correcting their heights, clearing his nostrils like a Muslim taking in air for salah, deep meditations places him at the feet of Allah, the doves cry when he says bye-bye; it’s late but it’s not his final call, or pie; he stays ready to die for the nation, and he ain’t Haitian, but he stays at his station, waiting on the infidels he’ll be facing, the Quran and our struggles is his only guide, with it he can do everything but fly; he cleaned black men up that was ready to die, and foiled the plans of a once powerful clan, Damn he’s a bad man, but he remains mild mannered and out in the open, he stays scoping, for the weak and those of us that’s fallen down, he picks them up and reminds them our ancestors wore magnificent gowns and crowns, with a brotherly pound; he’s removed many minds out the gutter before they was smothered by this lifeless mother, he fixes life’s mirror so we can see the saddle on our backs, that only we can remove he concludes, he says it will be a little harder than when Stella got her groove back, but it will be worth the possible death and mayhem cause we can’t keep stepping on this same tack.