I read his life and times,
and visited his grave...

Once there was a prophet not so poetic
His poetic feet were actually pathetic...

I have faith in God
His staff and His rod...

Love is the cause of all true belief
God is love and His love is relief...

If you have lost your hope for the good Lord’s...
Because of the times you have rejected His embrace...

There was once a historic hen
That confounded the thoughts of men...

Not talking about the brother
or father of a wannabe cop...

A hunted child among the living
met a hollow point unforgiving...

There once was a poet named Abu
just looking for a hot dog or two...

In his autobiography The Seven Storey Mountain...
on the journey most of the secular world rejects...

There once was a man who was so fresh
Who loved to indulge in sins of flesh...

I never grow weary of the Ghost
who feeds suffering souls like a Host...