Enigma

A laurel of crows circled his head
Didn't know if he was alive or dead
Nailed to a cross tied to a post
Had no idea when he gave up the ghost,
goosebumps tattooed his swollen tummy
his face drawn taut like an Egyptian mummy
due to my age I found it hard to remember,
Was it before or after December?

Do you understand what I'm trying to say
Could things had been done in a different way?

A bullet with his name on it pierced his head
nailed on a cross where he cried and bled,
The stark event caused me to wonder
had there been a catasrophic blunder?
Was it an omen of good and bad karma
An unforseen twist in a nightmarish drama,
That took placce in Selma, Alabama?

Do you understand what I'm trying to say,
Could things had been done in different way?

A weathe of doves circled his head
He was too much alive after being dead
Though nailed to the cross and tied to a post
He refused to yeild up his ghost
Wounds in his side and hands revealed
That which was opened was smoothly sealed.

The world is in upheaval
Good versus evil
Zealots and maggots
Whichever way you take it
Few are choosen as a sacrifical tool
To promote or demote the Golden Rule.
The world is afoul with underlings
Conspirators and ding-a-lings?

But, oh! I recall it was a joyeous day
To see an humbled Uncle Sam,
As Nina sang her gutsy song,
Mississippi Goddamn!