The Infinite Poet Poem by raymond letsitsa

He felt the rhythm in the streets
Street poet with hard hype can't get beat
Schooled in the knowledge of holiness like Koran
Blessed eternally with stanzas that bomb like Iran
He ran
Away from your gayness and pagan worship
Give your miserable ears to the utterance of the zombie godship
Worship helpless powers like witch doctors
that praise the extraterrestrial sonship
Against his words like a man without legs you stand no chance
Your African daughters commit adultery like they commit sin in advance
The goddess of his life his only hope
Like a political alliance in a frenzy you can't cope
With the truth he brings
Not stopping until the slender lady sings