Masjid Marauders

Masjid Marauders

by Brother Dash

Barreling like boulders through young gardens they trample

With bad breadth and I don’t mean the odor

They are the masjid marauders

In blue jeans and kufees

Baseball caps and man dresses

Green passports and a bad attitude that can only be described as arrogant

They pluck thorns with bulldozers

Fight fires with…More fire

Suck nectar and spit blood

They are the masjid marauders

They leave dirty footprints on the carpet

The color of jaundice with a foreign funk

It must be the wet paint off America’s streets of gold

And too many episodes of Al-Baywatch

Do they remind you of Columbus and his discovery of the red heathens?

Fortune seekers turned fortune tellers

They are the masjid marauders

While they sipped tea and smoked hookah

Southern trees were bearing strange fruit

In 2 K they rode the White elephant

Didn’t Jesse tell them to stay out of the Bushes?

And when black rain poured over Baghdad

And a baby sister I never met cried the collateral blues

Only then did they search their garbage for our poetry of warning

The house of prayer? A social club

For men who share a foreign tongue

Unruly kids spit disrespect and I do mean literal

This place was built on blood and sweat

And hopes and tears

And dreams deferred

The first house was build on the dirt of slaves

Not on the fringes of outer whitelandia

We beat our words on their inner ear duffs

But they turned away ‘cause “music is haram”

Islam like a bomb, napalm for native dwellers

‘Sisters go pray in a cellar’

They are the masjid marauders

Like the Feds they give you a new identity, a foreign look

And definitely a new name

But those fruits and veggies are out of season

And your body is craving local produce

Organically Grown

Are they rotten? Naturally poisoned?

Prob’ly not

But they’ll still give you indigestion

Either from the candidate or from surrogates with issues

They are the masjid marauders

We’re not monkeys with tin cups that sing and dance for alien agendas

We deconstruct

Then we self-construct

With a contextualized prophetic state of mind

See they barrel like boulders

Through young gardens they trample

With bad breadth

And I don’t mean the odor

They are the masjid marauders