Moors are men, upright, independent and fearless who care for their loved ones and follow the Prophet to a destiny which is
not uncertain nor unknown. They are fortified by the impregnable doctrine built upon Love, Truth, Peace, Freedom and Justice.
It is therefore, folly at its greatest height for smelly culprits with their insidious plans to invade such realm.
They try and try but their own bad planning brings down wrath upon their heads like the sword old Damocles had. Intrigue
and scurrilous cunnings find a difficult path to travel within the ranks of the Moors. This is so because the Moorish Movement
has been well planned by Prophet Noble Drew Ali, whose latent powers are abundant, unknown and may be called into action,
as a matter of defense, at any moment.
Prophet Noble Drew Ali knows the people within his ranks who are interested. They are the vanguard of the Movement as
the Moorish hordes increase here in America. All of the Moors are active not passive. A member's interest can only be in one
direction and having traveled over the road years before the Prophet knows where every member is along the road.
A few feet below is another road where schemers work, where traitors grin, and culprits bask in the sun. They think they
are on the same road with true Moors, but the Moors are high above on a pinnacle where they might view the destructionists
as they fall for the last time and their bones bleach in the sultry mid-day sun.
Hungry scavengers flying high, catch scent, devour and leave crying out: Caveat Emptor, cast out the dead carcass. The
Moors high above see these plotters, purveyors, the worst that exist, hurl themselves downward by their own works as the hawks