Mai'khi C'Nia (Petonimel), Contributor
AND IT came to pass that Jamdowners were up the proverbial creek, in a canoe, and not an oar was in sight. Behold, in the city where drama abounds, educators have barricaded places of learning in strident protest against criminal aggression, for they want to secure life. And lawmen have mounted operations in industrial fashion, for they having been slighted by their vocational masters, want to secure a living. Dearly beloved, the rock is reeking, and it requires urgent purging.
Hear oh Jamdown, for thy afflictions are varied and thou art strained by much strife. For the killing fields of the rock are paradoxical, and have made thee frantic and edgy, and thou canst e'en cast thy hopes towards the brethren of the constabulary, for they are occupied and militant, yea Babylonia is facing its own waterloo.
Know ye this Jamdown, the writing has been on the wall for many moons. Did not the jesters in government pack up the Ministry of National Security and fled to safer climes in New Kingston because of intolerable level of crime downtown? Dearly beloved, if the fortified have made tracks, what's left for the oppressed in Mountain View and such places to do?
Wherefore hath thou entrusted Ras Pete, formerly of the Twelve Tribes, with the authority to launch a counterstrike against the merciless, but thy consciousness continues to be shattered by the staccato of aggression, and thou art yet to be alleviated of thy despair. For the Ras possesses naught but a glib tongue, and he is distracted, for he is in pursuit of bigger fish to fry.
The custodians of the people's safety have been kittenish in the discharge of their responsibility, and their priorities are skewed and untenable. Behold, they have achieved commendable success in protecting the borders of northern economical powers against hard drugs passing through the rock, but are dismal in stemming the influx of deadly weapons bound for their own jurisdiction from the very same northern gateways. Yea, though Ras Pete has unceasingly traversed creation on myriad bilateral consultations, Jamdown continues to be deluged by the blood of the smitten. They are overwhelmed by brutality and viciousness but they are relentless only in talking the purveyors of mayhem into submission. But the marauders listen not, for they are busy wreaking destruction upon the people.
Hear oh Jamdown, thou art at war but thy generals are at sport. Thou art led by mice and not men and there is none to bell the cat on thy behalf. Thou art in need of a champion who knows which pebble to select from the riverbed, and whose sling arm is quick and true. But beware ye, for thou hath fallen prey to honey-tongued 'ticians in the past, and such indiscretion hath reared up and snipped thee in the posterior. Verily I say unto ye, thou disregard the lessons of thy history to thy own peril. But let every man who desire to serve thee be advanced according to his exploits on thy behalf, for if a man is unable to deliver the bacon unto thee today, how then can he bring forth the whole hog in the morrow?
Dearly beloved, the wolves have long been set among the sheep and their howling has become a spectre haunting the very psyche of the nation. Know ye that thy brethren and thy offspring are prey to their callousness. Make ye a loud noise, and roar in the ears of Ras Pete and the Fresh Prince, for they are oblivious to thy plight and are in need of an awakening. Selah.
