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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 more in 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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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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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