In The Name Of His Majesty
Writing and Image by Wesley Vara

For along time I've been disrespected by totalitarian oppressahs
“Dem always wan down press a man” “Why yah gwan and hurt innocent people who try an live upright? Seen! No justice no peace, Mon! Mi haffi provide, regahdless. The people ou cyar bout life, o wan live life, ou live so pon deh earth, Seen!
Now I haffi mash dem down!      
Just the uthah day I didn't haf nough currency for a ride downtown, so I cyan go bout I business, I wonda why! I say, there's no equal opportunity for the community to be involved inna lively'ood. Due to discrimination an injustice.
Now, I haffi mash dem down!  
If I am guilty I will pay!
So, I got on the train and I was caught red handed.
When I stepped of the train, a woman conducted a hold up, all the people held up to be axe to stop Is dis not a form of entrapment? Now, the woman writes a ticket
And gives I a day pass (certificate of transfer) with it. Bidda sweet! To my ovah standing dis is bribery. I look at the ticket an tear it up long with the Bus pass!
an say “ I haff no need for yah bribery! as I walk away.
As of right now I haff no job, no money to pay this fine, if I had currency I would have a place to live, Seen!
My home is in my head!
Live so pon the earth, a bushmon, a Rasta Mon, Seen!
Now I haffi Mash dem down!
Be cah dem wan hurt the people ou care fah people, their haffi be Justice Be cah Dis transgression! Seen!
“ According to justice there shall be a act of justice in regards to dis situation”.
I say, dis is ah solution!
To divert appropriation and compensate those ou are entitled according to birthright.
All humanity seeks truth, only to be distracted by the fear of oppression!
Need not worry bout a man wit a gun
I haffi fear his majesty to all who return! Seen!
His rightful ruler shall reap justice pon deh earth! Seen!
In the Name Of his Majesty, I shell destroy the root to all evil!
And reap justice pon deh earth! Seen!
“Once A mon twice a child”
I cyan remembah as a young pickny putting dimes, pennies, nickels quarters on the railroad, and watch dem be mashed down like Babylon! What a joyful moment to live life and simply just “be” a child.
I've realized what it means to be a mon!
I've almost forgot what its like to be a child living in the conditions of war.
Oh, Now I remembah…
I didn't know noting at all! Seen!
Live so, Always a student and nevah a teachah. Seen!