Mayflower 2017
The hearts of white men are silently fuming
The spirits of angry widows steadily grow bitter
The bosoms of weeping mothers open wide
While the relics of the past kept washing upon our shores.
Since I stepped off the Mayflower anticipated liberty
has painted a lifetime portraits of blood stained victories
shameful victories that has hunted the very core of our existence
which some men taunt as historical success
But only a success wrapped up in newspaper
A success hanging on walls of living rooms
laughing out of control at it's own twist and irony.
I have witnessed this several decades ago
long before I set foot on this shore
But was too scared to journey this way
Maybe providence had brought me here to experience
the turmoil of heaven and hell in a realistic way.
Yes I have come a long way in search of the truth
a truth you will never find in history books or the living bible
A truth buried in the tombs of our forefathers
and engraved in the sculls of madmen.
But is there more to what I have already seen
Is there more to what I have already experience
A world living in the shadows of its own guilt
A world painted with corrupted brushes
with white paint splashing on the faces of the innocent
And blinding the eyes of the prominent whose only
task was to fill the ocean with fish
plant the vineyard with fruits
and Replenish the bloodstained land.
The dawn of a new day is evidently all around us
Scrambling to end this woeful chapter
The dagger has been tossed all over
Turning family against family
Community against community
Prostituting our women and girls
sedating our boys and young men
Forcing them to form viscous gangs.
Chaos spilling over in the street
while casting blame on the bird who has
no clue how it landed on the tree.
Servitude was physically eradicated
one hundred and fifty years ago
Through various degrading and corrupted means
But whatever means it took to end it, It had to go.
They say the very act of bondage was abolished
But the very deed of it still remain in the hearts of white men.
I am colorblind but still remain neutral about this truth
I have heard various stories about slavery
I know how it feels to be treated unfairly
But I have never experience slavery
until I got off the Mayflower.
I saw happy half naked Indians roaming
about the vast green mountains
fishing, hunting and cultivating the land
so I devise a plan to destroy them and confiscate their land
And when they couldn't work hard anymore
I sailed across the continent of Africa
to fulfill my devious en-devours.
So we see the same upheaval of long-ago
walking in tainted corridors and reminiscing in gorgeous hallways
while people are protesting in the street.
This time it is not a fight between black and white
but a fight with everyone who is not white.
"Keep the immigrants!" they say, so that we can benefit from them,
"If we let them go who will work on our farms and in our stores?"
"Keep the immigrants!" another group say,
"if they go who will do the menial jobs that our people wont do?"
Wasn't it the same language spoken in the past?
Who will work on the plantations if we abolish slavery?
But another man's solution to end this racial war is to load them
on Mayflower 2017 which is bound for Italy.
Woe be on to the leader who sold their people into slavery
Who be onto the leader who profit off the misery of the weak
Woe be unto the leader who neglect their people in a foreign land
The atrocities of yesterday still lingers on conscience of brave men
The bloodline of Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, Joseph Stalin, Vladimir Lenin
Napoleon Bonaparte, Alexander the Great,Saddam Hussein must have
escaped to our shores brainwashing our sons and daughters
suppressing blatant guilt and invited tyranny upon our doorsteps
How wonderful it would be if history was obliterated
And all we see and know of is the present .
No questions would be asked and no truth would be known.
How wonderful it would be if everyone had a place to call home
A country where they can live in peace
and a nice place to live with a warm and loving family.
A new chapter would begin, new mindset would come alive
New thinking would heal the wounds
And buried the guilt this bloodstained land.
How wonderful it would be.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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