ameriKKKa's Most Hated Muslim Poet
On this day looking backwards into time I remember with clearity the premonition that I would not finish out this day let alone
D.R.O.S. April of 1969.
The distinctive crack of the AK-47 piercing and cutting through air as young bold black battle hardened brothers and others bolted gallantly back firing with their M-16's manufactured by Colt.
As my life flashed before my eyes that day I recall it as the first time that I had ever sincerely prayed. It's been fifty-two years since Allah did delay the inevitable but one day soon I'll die.
Rememberance of entering my 19th year of life.
Habib Abu Lateef