Abolitionists Poems

“Tubman”




What colours a heart
courage?

What colours a mind
belief?

What colours a soul
unity?

Underground
we carry torches

from station 
to station

We are the Light
We Lead

No colour 
No religion

No epic 
delusion

Where is the race?
The race to confusion?

We are One
You and me

We are One
We all bleed

Underground 
we carry...Read More

Tribute to Dawn of Day: Stories from the Underground Railroad

From
Tennessee 
Virginia 
Mississippi
Kansas
Wisconsin
To free states in the north and Canada 
I grieved  upon the grave of the slave
Tears circling the tomb
Securing his name 
For their bloodshed
From whips and blows 
By...Read More

Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism

me thoughts infused
with thom hankering for yesteryear
circa antebellum i.e.
American Civil War era veer
rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling
upon iniquitous tier

United States greenacres crossroads
with petticoat junction spear
ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists
pitted against unfair
slavery, yours truly spellbound
gravitating, fixating, entrancing,

an...Read More

Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat

particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly twill incite
dangerous extraneous, mutinous,
treasonous tit for tat

promulgation exhuming ghosts
abolitionists of Dead Poets Society
screeching like a...Read More

There was an earlier time
that came to mind
this day I heard dangerous fears and angers
called cowardice instead,
back 200 years ago
in the United States,
when Northern industrialists,
relying on southern cotton
to mill fabrics
clothing cotton-picking slaves
and other whiter folks,
joined Southern slave-owners
to refer to Abolitionists
as...Read More

Once I was scourged by the task masters' horse whips;
consigning me for two centuries to servitude.
I had my roots forever erased by forced trips
to worlds unknown, where contemptuous attitude
to my skin colour sure relegated me
to the background of an odious...Read More

This time of year
If I was a turkey I'd fly away
It's just fair
That such lies be told about thanksgiving day
But I shall give thanks anyhow
For a country limping away from its past
For liberty like a statue
From mix iron cast
Calling me...Read More

Warning!!
This is a free verse poem.
It may not meet the high standards of poetry soup.
It is also highly controversial.
The writer of this poem realizes that poetry is supposed to be light and fluffy!
Just like TV sitcoms.
But hear it is anyway,...Read More

as we come to celebrate our 160th year
we give thanks to our Lord God whom we love and hold so near

the Berean Baptist Church was established by a very special group of men
they were Freed Blacks and Abolitionists who were...Read More

Called Moses by Her People
		
Harriet Tubman was the very one.
In the year of 1851.

Called Moses by her people
a slave to none.

Returning from freedom
Braving nineteen runs.

Three hundred people
Their chains undone.

Confidence, bravery,
And fearless of death.

Built the Under Ground Railroad.
She conducted by faith.

...Read More

the land was valued at $240, where they built "the little church on the hill"
established by a group of abolitionists and free blacks for they knew that was God's will
they named it Berean Baptist and its congregation was integrated
but after...Read More