The staunch and steadfast Reverend Jesse Jackson
American civil rights activist, aka Action-Jackson
This biggie and brave man, coined “Keep hope alive”
Founded The Rainbow Coalition, and that’s no jive!
Blessings, Rev. Jesse Jackson
3/6/26
Her bicycle has carried her many miles. She
is here now in a sacred place where leaves
are falling. She's here now, settling near my
heart. Pan flute notes float mid-air, then
settle on the path. Her warmth, a warm
summer day; her voice, a picnic of words;
her presence, a gathering of doves.
She ascends now: swirling spokesperson
pedals on to do her work. I love her comings,
her goings. Her bicycle carries her many miles.
She is faithful to her humanity.
Moon Harp
the electric jungle gives us a surreal glow
we think we are in charge because we do not know
that we are blind and stupid, letting the environment die
someday our ancestors will be crying “why?”
Why did they let the forests all get cut down?
Why is there smog and smoke in every single town?
Why are the fish all dead, thanks to pollution, dad?
We are all guilty, for we did not stand up; we are bad.
When we die, we will decompose and become coal.
Is this our legacy? Our ultimate and only goal?
We are pure energy, but who remembers? Who is bright?
The light no one sees is our soul, but our silence is a blight.
My heart is racked with so much pain
For one who garnered admiration and disdain
A man whose love for country did outpour
A man who loved his Savior more
His values went against the grain
He stood for all that’s moral and sane
His calling? To proclaim the truth
To ignorant and misguided youth
He taught God’s love and never hate
But his political incorrectness sealed his fate
A fiend of hate from the party of love
Was ready to kill when push came to shove
He was far too evil to agree to disagree
So he shot Kirk dead before his family.
From the party of love came nothing but cheers
Validation, threats, mockery, and jeers
Because tolerant is a wonderful thing to be
Lest it is a truth for which you disagree
But what can you expect these days in the West
Where only degenerates truly know best?
Where the only approved speech is shibboleth
And penalty for speaking the truth is death
Farbeit that Kirk will die for naught
There is still a holy war to be fought
No matter the cost, I will be brave
For the only place for the righteous is the grave.
As citizens not subjects ~ we heartily gather with heads held high
Yes, you can!
You can be the change
the spark and the light
someone’s sun on dark days.
Sometimes, it doesn't take much
a smile
a nod
a simple thank you can lead the way.
So be that change.
Be the reason someone smiles
offer a hand when they stumble
a shoulder when they break.
Be the voice that speaks the truth
the first to rise
the one who dares
change begins when you do.
Jesse Duarte
Muslim South African
Dead just before age 68
Best known as antiracism fighter
Along with Mandela
That generation is dead, it's over
Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain
To steal and blame (minorities)
II
Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman'
"Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior
Never about herself
She died today
Will be buried today
Now, her religion shows
Joan Chandos Baez is an American singer
Eighteen years old, first of the later date
protest folk singers
Famous before Bob Dylan!
Songwriter, musician, and activist.
Folk music of protest and social justice,
in the fields of nonviolence, civil rights,
workers' rights, and the environment
Made over 30 albums
Fluent in Spanish and English,
recorded songs in at least
six other languages
March on Washington for Civil Rights
Supported Cesar Chavez and his
United Farm workers Union
Protested Vietnam War, and supports
homeless veterans
Fundraiser for the Ukraine refugees
Eighty years of age, Joan is still
performing for cherished causes
History will teach us
"The Purpose Of Life" through
the genius women such as Joan Baez.
Something happens in our lives causing us to question what we know.
We open our eyes and seek the truth learning more as we go.
The more we uncover the hungrier we get for more understanding,
but the world is so full of distractions and deception.
We have a burning desire to take action and do more.
We protest injustice, corruption, politics and war.
We are labeled as hippies, angry kids, anarchists,
conspiracy theorists and terrorists.
Family and friends often reject us.
Such is the life of the activist.
We are beat by police and mocked by the news,
yet we remain steadfast to spreading the truth,
and for many, much like me,
it becomes a very lonely, solitary journey.
Being an active activist isn't for they who live their lives complacently.
I am a true activist who will go so far as to be civilly disobedient,
but I absolutely draw the line and will never partake in out right violence.
Of Ivory and Glass
What do I care about politics and politicians for?
They live in their Ivory Towers and Glass Houses.
Making up their damn laws to rule over me.
And should I care about the rest of you?
The other common man and woman on the street.
Who are also ruled over by them.
I don’t tend to care for my fellow town’s folk.
They’re so rude and nasty to me.
But I don’t hate them like I do our leaders.
It’s different, being rude is better than a corrupt leader.
Those unscrupulous dictators have no morals.
They sell their souls to the dollar and for war.
Satisfying their own big egos with fake gains.
Putting spin on it to win us over by lies.
For the meek it works but not for me.
I’m neither a fighter nor activist.
I’m just me and I know the difference a mile off.
Someone who steals bread for their family is innocent.
A bent politician who steals for graft is guilty.
Which would you execute?
New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
Peace on Earth, Oh, We Will Not Comply
Days of Mirth, No, We Will Not Comply
Raise Our Rifles, Help the People Die
Laws Are Trifles, We Will Not Comply.
what the!
did you say
we the people
are living
in a bad new age
we can no longer
live in a melodramatic
irredeemable way!
oblivious to
what, we do
and how it will
hurt the children
of today
you say
we the community
need to act
in a uncivilized way
clean up this
right away
and do all we can
on this very day
cut down on
things that cause
environment toxic waste
shout no more
crude oil spills
in the river and lakes
and not to live
with plastics
severed up
on our family's
dinner plates
no! you didn't,
just
try and save the World
by getting manhandle
by every cop in the world
whats that you say
its time to
get up and march
its another
fu*k with the
man Friday
Ok! lets do it your way...
hired activist
mind the figure
you adore
mind the ideology
you adopt
mind the believe
you portray in reality
cos out their
on their heels of power
remember the closed door
behind the closed door
your faith is determine
prepared and chosen
to reality
don't forget you are
not there
don't be fooled
by the popular truth
remember you are not
part the circle
the circle that controls
what you never know
yet adopt
beware cos
so many idols are
not for truth
so many talent are
bought to promote evil
so many intellectuals
don't say no truth any more
they no longer read from
the soul
but read only from the master's
script
beware cos
so many are money hungry
and this dont excluded
those you adore
somany are also victims of
hired activist
How To Become Fireflies
For a man to live
He must first be born.
For a man to be called
He must first speak in tongues.
For a man to believe
He must first see not hear.
For the lost of a mother
Leaves a child in a state of eternal grief.
For a man to pen writes
He must first learn to lie.
For gods do not laugh or smile
When humans offer their head as sacrifice.
For a man to learn the ways of the ancestors
He must first learn to die.
For the living have no business with the dead
Whose fate is neither known nor stated.
***
For a man to be a firefly
He must first learn to give up his life.
How? He must learn to fly without wings.
For to be a firefly is to be;
The soft voice liberating stranded souls in Aba.
*[ Prologue, Cleanse The Home ]*
_As Written By:_
*Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare et Obosa Brait*
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