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Wash Back Days

The past got a wet way of coming back to unsettle the present with haunting future dreams Who moistened the bed with such troublesome memories? There are dark terrors in the night for the children of those whose fathers ignited the fright Colonialism terrorism days are washing back on the European shores Time has run out, there is no safe refuge anymore Every land that the northern explorers set sail to wind, they built forts along the coastline everywhere their war ships would dock in Anglo manifesto: the world was theirs to claim — every land discovered was stamped with an European name Greeting the natives with a peace pipe and a gun, broken arrow friendship treaties was how the New World was won Centuries of taking colonial buried treasures back to their homelands left flotsam floating on the sea ... a trailing legacy of perpetual Third World poverty Cattle prodding the subjugated people with grazing dreams of freedom, only made them yearn to be loosed from their colonial yoke But their constitution was too weak to stomach such rich hypocrisy Therefore they could never break free Until the winds of time sent most of the conquerors away, returning to their own lands permanently Now the stormy waves of their past sins have come crashing back on their shores again New Age terrorism comes with the waves of refugees now streaming in, unhinging the doors of democracy Fear was the face of colonialism terrorism reflecting off the surface of the seven seas Horror hollowed the eyes that witnessed such degradation and misery Those unclean waves are washing ashore salty tears from long ago grief foaming years ... And the human sharks have now followed the bloody trail, back to the places where the children of the oppressors dwell As waves of stolen heritage debris washes upon the European shores Dirty causality of the dark reality from the past, can’t clean the wet night terror dreams that the children of privilege now have

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Date: 2/13/2018 5:24:00 PM
Ahh!! My brother Freddie, never told you this. Your verse put me in mind (the style) of Norman Whitfield and Curtis Mayfield. Words your writes (sometime mine also) Long/Strong/Hard. I always enjoy them. Been awhile. Keep those fingers on the keyboard my friend. A winner yes... never forget" YOU ARE BLESSED" James
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Date: 2/13/2018 7:22:00 AM
Well I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster tonight reading your poems. This one brought be back down to earth. Very strong write and spot on.
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Date: 2/13/2018 6:04:00 AM
Your pen is a powerful tongue of truth.. your words express so much and your poems are always educational.. Excellent write..
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