Truth or falsehood

It was a bright half holy day for Robin Goodman. In Robins being his convictions sang songs to his heart pumping blood, vitality, life, truth, and these same convictions recited affirmations to his purpose filled mind. Contritely for Billy Jones his day was also filled with a sense of purpose, because the illusion of corporate honor was discharging and for Billy Jones he was a man of duty and not to be reckoned with. 

V for vendetta was in Robins mind and V for valor was in Billy’s mind. Both of their energies and intentions were vital because of their perceived known truths.

The young security guard Billy Jones stood with the 9mm gun pointing at Robins head. Billy had virtuous duties on his own mind. But Robin also had honorable intentions and these intentions were justified by the offenses and defenses of his own free mind. Robin’s old school colt 45 was like Billy’s 9mm. They were prepared to reciprocate and prove the point of truth held by each other… by their own heart.

"Step back from the computer now!" Billy said with a calm stern tone.

“No” Robin spurted then,

"Are you a nigga?" Robin asked bluntly.

"Am I a nigga?" Billy scratched his head and asked with a confused look on his face.

"No I’m not black"

"Neither am I" Robin replied and then asked again as both continued to hold guns pointed at each other’s heads.

"But I didn't ask you your color I asked you if you are a Nigga?"

"What the hell!" Billy was now really confused and fuming with fear, then pride and confidence, from thinking he was in the right and this made him grab his 9 mm with more conviction and sternly state,

“Yes I'm the nigga that's about to bust a cap in your ass if you don't get back from that computer."

Billy continued with fervency and conviction in the authority he stood and worked for, " you are not just illegally in a building, but this is the federal reserve and you are in shits creek... nigga" Billy slide the safety switch off the 9mm and just as Billy made this move of aggression so did Robin.

Robin cocked the trigger to his 45 and also smoothly inserted the hard drive into the computer.

"Get back Fool" Billy spluttered

"Naw… you get back nigga" Robin stated sternly as be punched a few buttons on the computer.

"This is my last warning!" But before Billy could back his warning Robin forwarded his purpose, and BOOOOM! Robin fired. However instead of shooting Billy in the head as Robin could have willed by choice, Robin shoot Billy in the shoulder of his right arm.

At first Billy was holding his 9mm, but eventually the shrapnel and fire burning in his shoulder made Billy dropped the gun and he feel to his knees. Notwithstanding Robin jumped towards Billy punched his shoulder and grabbed Billy by the hair of his head.

“You listen to me…” Robin paused looking Billy in the eyes and then looked at Billy’s name tag on his Homeland Security Shirt.

“You are a Nigga Billy, You know why?” Billy didn’t answer and Robin punched him in the shoulder and tugged his hair harder, then yelled

“You know why you a Nigga Billy?” Billy tried to hold firm for he was trained by what he was taught and thought was right and still Billy clenched to believing he was in the right, but the pain of Robins hands and nails squeezing into his bullet filled shoulder made him screech and scream,

“I’m not a Nigga!” Billy breathed a breath of conviction from what he had known and a pulse of pride came to Billy from knowing he worked for the Federal Reserve System.

“You are the Nigga you are the fool trying to Rob the Federal Reserve Bank.”

Robin let go of Billy’s shoulder picked up Billie’s 9mm and put his own colt 45 in its holster on his side. Then Robin pressed a few more buttons on the computer and pulled out the hard drive. Then he looked at Billy who laid there helpless and said,

“I’m not here to Rob this bank for their money… for their money is not priceless it is just a piece of paper which is a promissory note, I am here to erase a lie. The lie is that they own us and our earth.

A mortgage divided, separated then killed my Mother and Father all because of a paper that lied ‘In God we trust’, that paper doesn’t trust God its trust our ssn and or signature that owns, because then we sign into them… the truth is this bank has robbed life, the earth , water and air from us all.” Robin paused as Billy sat looking him in the eye of truth that was present at the moment.

“Billy The Federal Reserve is made up and owned by men and women like me and you please don’t be a Nigga with ignorance and follow their dreams, but you have a right to follow you own calling, I shot you but I didn’t shot to kill you… like you were going to do me cause you thought it was right. The greatest lie ever told to human kind it the deception of bankers. Good God gave the water , air, earth , and fire freely through I sweaqr and sweat you are a nigga because you think it is these banks that own everything. This is the niggas lie. Don’t be a Nigga Billy.” Robin left the building and Billy lived another day to know truth.

Robin went home to a place he considered his sanctuary and sure enough Billy and his federal reserve boys showed up and shot Robin. Robin never lived to see another day. His truth was lost in  the sauce and and Billy got promoted. Thus the lie of the Federal Reserve Bank lives another day.