Millard Lowe Poet Free verse

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In The Warm Womb of Night

 

In the womb of night, we contemplate

the dawn of the day when we shall all be free

of the mind games played to put the liberty

of countless generations of us…on hold:-

 

The chrysalis moments of the shades of night

strike nerves playing blues-jazz-gospels

awakening dormant minds of the untelevised

revolution—seeded and nourished many rivers ago:-

 

Each pregnant night, in its season, gestates new

revelations, revealing the I am of those who are

the steady black bridges spanning over the ways

that were, with blood, had been well watered:

steady bridges over which we have crossed over:-

 

Now, we have a long owed blood debt to be collected

for the toiling of the bent black backs of our ancestors,

and refuse to accept the bank of justice being bankrupt;

its vault having earned over 400 years of bloody interest:-

 

Now is the time for us…the new torch bearers…to pick up

the ancestral mantle and light the way to the dream’s reality;

for we are the heirs of the Jubilee Journey begun long ago.

 

The ball is now in our court and we must lay up new legacies

for those in the darkness of new wombs of night…that they

may see the light of the new day dawning over the horizon:-

 

Now is the time:  yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late!

Now is the time:  the night time…the right time to get ready!

Now is the time:  no time outs for those not ready for the new day!

Now is the time:  the disenfranchised night is beginning to wane!

Now is the time:  the day’s dawning of that great morning is waxing!

IN THE WARM WOMB OF NIGHT

In the womb of night, we contemplate
the dawn of the day when we shall all be free
of the mind games played to put the liberty
of countless generations of us on hold:-

The chrysalis moments of the shades of night
strike nerves playing blues-jazz-gospels
awakening dormant minds of the untelevised
revolution, seeded and nourished many rivers ago:-

Each pregnant night, in its season, gestates new
revelations, revealing the I am of those who are
the steady black bridges spanning over the ways
that were, with blood, had been watered:
steady bridges over which we have crossed over:-

Now, we have a long owed blood debt to be collected
for the toiling of the bent black backs of our ancestors,
and refuse to accept the bank of justice being bankrupt;
its vault having earned over 400 years of bloody interest:-

Now is the time for us…the new torch bearers…to pick up
the ancestral mantle and light the way to the dream’s reality;
for we are the heirs of the Jubilee Journey begun long ago:-

The ball is now in our court and we must lay up new legacies
for those in the darkness of new wombs of night…that they
may see the light of the new day dawning over the horizon.

Now is the time:  yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late!
Now is the time:  the night time…the right time to get ready!
Now is the time:  no time outs for those not ready for the new day!
Now is the time:  the disenfranchised night is beginning to wane!
Now is the time:  the day’s dawning of that great morning is waxing!

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