L'Nass Shango Poet Acrostic

Triumphant Leaders Part 1

Congo man from Jamaica, deviant slave
Rudeboy, fall out of an Atlantic disaster
Imminent giver fruting the amber wave
Sometimes I see you at the Boston harbor
Pining at the shipless sea, it's an African agony.
Ultimately history tells your whipless role 
Sweet like jazz and trumpet's symphony.

America heard the first shot echoed, the bold
Thundering around the world. It was a nervous act.
Truly defensive, based on a brutal fact
Unjust conditions would not bring you back
Calmly to plantations you bought your freedom from
Kings should kill for greater than a sip of rum
So fire your shot, follow old Bookman brave in the track.

Bookman too, with Accompong Maroon blood
Over the British slavemasters wield his wrath
Odious to them was shipped across the flood
Kingly to Guyana to carve black freedom's path.
Mentor of Touissant when shipped again
Away from his revolution to cut Haiti's cane
Native, Afro-Jamaican, he changed world history.

Cudjoe missed you bookman when you were gone
Unto him my grandfather great swam back again
Diving overboard, hands carving in water of dawn
Jubilee on a machete through the Cockpit terrain
O Cudjoe, the bushes still whisper sweetly your name
Eternal freedom giver from whom Crispus came

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David Smalling March 13, 2009 at 10:10 AM Loaded, sir. A poem that put in place some forgotten perspectives of our lives. You indeed are a word smith of untouchable pre-eminence, a poet of poets.

Debbie Guzzi March 13, 2009 at 5:59 AM If I had weeks and sat in a library i would be hard put to "learn" all there is to learn in this colorful verse. Light & Love

Christopher Higgins March 13, 2009 at 5:42 AM I love the historical aspect of this piece...boukman and Toussaint L'overture liberating Haiti...isn't it unfortunate that the island of Haiti who was the first liberated in the Caribbean now sits in ruins.. this poem really made me drifted off down that path.. I love your writng.