NaPoWriMo Day 3: Dear H.I.M Robert Nesta

Mr Nesta sir

Mama said you tried to make Africa unite.
Mama was part of your No Woman, No cry movement.
Mama said you took it Easy Skanking before you could Get up, Stand up and declare that there be No More Trouble with one Redemption Song and Three Little Birds pitch by your doorstep.

I sat at The Tower of Babel, a Natural Mystic, envisioning if Exodus was where the movement of Jah people was, or was it where the head Cornerstone tried to caress, and feel happiness?

Mr. Brown's Positive Vibration mapped our vision on the human brain, We became within an inch of finding out that we were a sort of microcosm of the universe.
We became Buffalo Soldiers with an inner infinite dimension who couldn't be told that 'Turn Your Lights Down Low' because the Sun is Shining and in this Concrete Jungle no son should die before his mother so we try to have Kaya, surely then I can Satisfy My Soul for this Pimper's Paradise has become too surreal for words and too unreal to Lively Up Yourself.