Is it worthy of forgiveness if you're mistaken about the expression:
". . . that government of the people, for the people, and by the people, should not perish from the Earth"
believing it was spoken by one of the "Founders"?
When Abraham Lincoln was faced with the threat of "Secession - when a number of the "Southern States" decided to "... dissolve the bonds" that made America a single nation to become a nation unto themselves, this most-basic-understanding of what it means to be "A People" - One Nation was in jeopardy and in many respects, it appears we have not yet successfully resolved the troubles this question posed!
What does it mean to be a citizen then and what does it mean to be free. What is "Liberty" in our understanding and practice and what color does your skin have to be to be considered even human because, these are the questions, I submit, that hang before us still - the questions that will determine whether or not we can continue to exist as a single nation.
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TORMENTATION
Her
solitude
had
nothing
to do with
her femininity
nor her
hued skin;
rather,
it was due
to the
the demon
child
of darkened
mind:-
Her
self-imposed
chosen
isolation
glowed
with
equanimity
in
rejection
of all
peer
companionship,
irrespective
of
age
gender
transgender
ethnicity
or
political
leanings:
to choose
to
be
lonely
and
rejected
is
mean
and
to
desire
to be
is
satanically
horrendous:-
Tomorrow
i will
ask her
if
she
would
consider
being
my
friend:-
Today’s blessing is from an Ojibwa prayer…
that goes out to all our human sisters and brothers….
Teach us love,
compassion
and honor
that we may heal the Earth…
and at the same time…heal each other.
Without Allegiance War Defeats Itself
Thousand Oaks California hate speech and hate crime
In passenger seat of crime as war
"Do you want my ex change"
Driving away from store front
Attempt of beauty in cowardly defeat from racist feminine face of propaganda.
In America
As American
What was not your families crime in creation of you
Identify yourself formally
Thus production as matter in universal law prevents how?
Unfinished student a financial crime of origin.
Jericho's Ballad in Walls waits for stencil?
Courageous hatred waits in your god given talents
the devil swings
with the pain Billie brings
to the song of a sparrow, once lost
but heaven cries
with the drug in her eyes
and the weep of a willow's sad cost
the awed repute
of a tree's strangest fruit
never gave up its dead or it's moss
one mother's urn
sifted ash from the burn
of a tragedy's southern-most cross
shall only years
dry that muddle of tears
the torrent drowning races and sin
or will the truth
age a sweeter vermouth
let as blood on a much darker skin?
weep collected
for life, disrespected
would deluge all Jehovah's dear streams
yet not one wonder
that God's loudest thunder
will ne’er quiet that riot …
of screams.
~ for Billie Holiday ~
Copyright © 2020 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
Charlie Kirk
Breaks my heart
his death today
the bullet was not signed
as is the Zionist way
A Palestinian child denied her right
to sign the death sentence
with Gods best wishes
another terrorist fades into oblivion
Now women shut up
and make babies, your only job
that was his message
Feminist's laughing, this fool a knob
All the women already in heaven
dancing with angels of empathy
and compassion
look down and laugh this pious clown
you live by the second amendment
you die by the second amendment
Jesus will never have to see you again
finally in hells fire, you are with your own
Be causeable in restraint before my voice
That witness of wilted realms given
Allowed all to pass
Withering torment
Endowed article of bridge drawings
Beknownst as aisle
Meander purchase beneath frown
I am male and without
Earth herself shells foreign against you
we came up same building,
same busted elevator, same rumors in the walls —
three girls stacked on top of each other
like secrets whispered through radiator pipes.
6S - she’s half rican, half black,
but don’t call her half - she all attitude,
dark skin glowing when she laughs too loud,
hips slick like she dancing with nobody’s permission.
5E - 5’1 and built like a threat,
she got a stare that’ll stop you mid-lie.
she hate surprises, so we never sneak up -
she come knocking first if you do her wrong.
then me - 7N, freckles spread like stars on light skin,
red-brown hair tied up, book in my lap,
content to stay inside while they chase block heat.
they pull me out anyway - stoop nights, corner gossip,
big dreams that don’t always fit our pockets.
we so different it make no sense -
three girls shaped like soft rebellion,
like hard lessons, like love
that never needed no permission slip.
puberty tried to twist us up,
boys tried to break us open,
life threw her worst
and we just leaned closer -
me, yaphia, tarita - same building girls,
same busted elevator,
still going up.
Everyone grieves in their own way
that’s a fact not a belief…
Which means there is not date of completion
no timeline for our grief…
To all the thought and prayers
those who’ve suffered a loss might be receiving…
Today I’m grateful to add
this Native American Prayer of grieving:
I give you this one thought to keep
I am with you still…I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone…
I am with you still…in each new dawn.
Storms off Cape Verde garner strength in the Oceans.
Fed by seas of angry, restless spirits, Middle Passage emotions.
brightest bulb in sky
colors trees with chill and hue ~
sparks of cold winter
(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)
“Forward Ever...Backwards…Never!?!”
With all
The progress
We made, how
Is it that we’re
Back to where
We once were
With oppression?
Did we become
So comfortable
That we failed
To see what
Was coming
To push us
Back and make America great again?!
How could we have simply missed
The vivid message of Stockholm,
Which, for us, here today, is now
A USA, Oppressor Syndrome?!
Today I revisit a blessing…we need to hear it more
perhaps that’s why I’ve used it so many times before
It’s from the Native Nations peoples
who had their share of tragedy, heartache and strife…
and how they understood about one particular circle of life…
I imagine long ago they found the beat…
and discovered it by chance:
Dancing is a way to pray
prayer leads to healing
once we heal we can give
to give is to live
and one way to show we appreciate being alive
is to dance.
We belong and carry
Historic love is buried
In black genes so strong
They ring like holy song
The curl of your hair
Onyx Pearl your eyes
Heavy hips bring stare
Licorice lips defy lies
We create from scraps
Food homes poems raps
Take nothing make something
All despite devilish traps
We fall yet we ruby rose
So all could experience hope
And amethyst amazing growth
We dreamt and made it so
You silver star are the pride
Of hearts love inherited tribe
The sun kisses your skin
Ancestors kiss given by wind
Destined and designed to rise
Be inspired be ready to fly
God gives you truth not lies
Walk your path live your life
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