Millard Lowe Poet Prose Poetry

Shattering the Shackles

SHATTERING THE SHACKLES…
     (APROPOS  RESURRECTION)…

I shall no longer be your tragedy
     or divine comedy;
Nor the phantom pain of the fake penitence
    you proclaim.
I will no longer wallow in despair
     nor put down the me inside.
Today, I am a phoenix rising
     from the ashes of shame; rising 
From the ‘buked and the scorn of today!

I am the new sunshine of the old rain,
     created and molded 
By God’s hands; anointed to bring back
     peace and the love; and
To shatter the shackles from children’s minds.
     Today I am the needle.
The needle in the eye of injustice;
     the needle re-stitching the ripped veil
Re-stitching the ripped veil of our unity:
     regaining community.

I am the new child of the old songs the ancestors sung:
     a healing hymn!
I am the new talking drum…echoing…
     de dump…de dump…de dump…

	“And before I be a slave,
	I’ll be buried in my grave;
	And go home to my Lord
	And be free.”

Yes, I am a new day begun.  The dream’s reality won.
     And I shall not be moved.
I shall walk the green mile as a new Nile child
     And by His hands,
I shall survive the tribulations and the trial.
     By His hand,
I am the new light of the day, guiding us along the way.
     Send me I said!
Roll of thunder…echo my cry.  Roll of thunder echo my shout!
     Rise!  My people…Rise!…
Let Peace and Love ring out!   Shout!

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Funom Makama January 6, 2015 at 10:58 AM Great and lovely poetry... Happy new year!

Casarah Nance January 5, 2015 at 5:59 PM That is awesome. 7! What a terrific write, I can feel your powerful words as the defy the moment!