Shout

I choose to shout my cries echo and ring above skyscrapers past the nebulas the highest height my forefathers could conceive this call for liberty, that holy grail is not a demand for mercy gifts or favor but rather a sacrifice devoid of fear a house or throne can lead me to believe finally, the work is done but when my children cry when the past decides the present will no longer suffice I must understand, I must rise again for democracy can be fleeting

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Sarah Ann Jullion

Date: 6/5/2023 3:17:00 PM

Well put... so true. It be a fighting challenge every day. When I was young, I never conceived this could be true. How niave I was. Thank you for your poetry, Ricky. You artfully say what needs to be said... if not spoken, then tacit complicity continues with us, the crowded crowd.

Ricky Muse
Date: 6/5/2023 3:25:00 PM

Thanks Sarah. These kinds of poems only seem to come when I am angry. Oh well as long as the ink flows. Thanks again......................peace!

Suzette Richards

Date: 7/24/2021 6:40:00 PM

I hear you. Democracy is fleeting. The debts of the past never seems to be settled. Keep the faith, Ricky.

Ricky Muse
Date: 8/22/2021 5:58:00 AM

Hey Suzette. I've got to stop watching CNN, MSNBC, Fox etc. All the best..................peace!

Sotto Poet

Date: 5/3/2021 7:56:00 PM

Very well written verses, sense of optimism and faith, well performed, best wishes

Ricky Muse
Date: 5/15/2021 6:52:00 PM

Thank you my friend.