Notes From Another Poem Bodering On Today

Notes From Another Poem Bordering On Today “I cannot cry for the children of others— the deaths of my own have drained dry the wells of my eyes— red orbs sunken deep in dark caverns of growing grief echoing wailing cries of the ghost[s]…womb[s]... wailing cries falling on lifeless auricles flaccid to vibrations of ebony pleads of mothers whose babes die daily deaths…”: Though with thoughts heavier than time, longer than rope—ordained and anointed with the blood of ancestors, we cannot swallow sacred memories nor eviscerate the common bond between all the children of the god of the oppressed. Yet let us not allow the present wicked deception distract—derail our own Jubilee struggle for justice. Let us not allow shifting tactics of deceit dilute focus on the daily murdering of the oppressed of the darker hue. Indeed, the melting pot boils; but upon whom does it spill over?