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From Majority To Minority

As they say, “Where there’s smoke, there is fire” In this case it is certainly true. For a people who once ruled so many Find themselves in the place of the few. For so long they have led with a vengeance But the tide has now started to turn. The majority finds itself strangely On the fringe of a party that burns. They arrived from the sea with a mission Took the land and its natives by force. With their muskets and weapons of killing T’was a violent beginning, of course. Then they sailed overseas with their weapons For they needed a country to build. There they found what they sought in another And the blood of the innocents was spilled. Man-made laws justified the enslavement As they bartered for precious ‘black gold’. Never needed a currency system As the humans were bought and were sold. Generations of slaves built the country All their blood soaked the land that we share. As the children were ripped from their mothers They survived on their will and a prayer. But the winds that bring change were upon them And the nation was soon torn in two. So they fought to the death with their weapons From the blood and the ashes we grew. Many more later died seeking justice Slowly gaining new rights never known. To these giants we owe our freedom And in time we have certainly grown. But in spite of our laws and our freedoms There are many who hold onto fear. As they honor their ancestors’ visions And the power they once held so dear. All their talk of a government body Who will come and will take guns away. Truth be told it is not what they’re fearing But a country that’s changing to grey. As the races are coming together The majority slowly will wane. As descendants of those once in power Feel the strength of minority gain. In their hearts they are mourning the passing Of a time which has long-ago gone. And the power they had over others Now a reckoning is born in the dawn. So they scream out the 2nd Amendment Wrap themselves up in red, white and blue. But their time, like their fathers’ is ending A majority rises anew. Samia Ali Salama

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Date: 11/12/2023 2:44:00 PM
More explicit & focused then my own attempt to capture the subject through an indigenous' vantage narrator ( See: "Sing broken beyond mankind"). America is being called again to a test of its founding proclamations; e.g.; the unequivocal value of "Union" and the unimpeachable value of "Liberty" to the human heart. We stand then, either at the proverbial precipice or the foot of a new bridge. Our faith will decide our choice, whether we're made in the image of God or not. Thanks
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Robert Warlov
Date: 11/17/2023 10:14:00 PM
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Samia Ali Salama
Date: 11/15/2023 3:37:00 AM
Thank you so much Robert, for your comment!
Date: 8/30/2020 12:07:00 PM
Welcome back! WE missed you!
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Samia Ali Salama
Date: 12/10/2020 2:29:00 AM
Thank you so much! It’s been such a crazy year that I didn’t even see your wonderful comment until just now! ??
Date: 7/2/2020 8:56:00 AM
This is fantastic Samia. Eloquent and apt. So spot on. I am faving this as my vote for poem of the day, in my opinion this deserves as wide an audience as possible. Some order in a new world order would be a nice change; I am hopeful up here in Canada that true change is in the works. Have a great day! ~Maureen
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Samia Ali Salama
Date: 7/2/2020 9:01:00 AM
Hey there Maureen, Thank you very much. Your lovely comments make me glad I posted it. I, like you, am hoping for a change. We’ll hope together. ?? You have a great day as well.
Date: 7/2/2020 8:29:00 AM
that was more than a mouth full my friend....too many look the other way, far too many pretend....if cut we all bleed red....if shot the same color is shed....if born one day we all will die....if hurt do we not cry....the hypocrisy, it surely must end....and at that point is when Salvation will begin....powerful write may sister samia....;)
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Samia Ali Salama
Date: 7/2/2020 8:43:00 AM
Thank you so much Eric. I haven’t posted a poem on PoetrySoup in years, so I figured that I would begin again with what burns inside. I decided it was time.

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