The Last Chance was like a gunshot,
A Digger who met Artemisia almost like nought,
It moved, it flowed,
It conquered the lands of Romans
Binned with a flick of a finger in a sentence
Tapped on a tip of her tongue with no repentance.
The mistral covered the distance
All the way to the Viking lands
The booze? Nothing to choose,
The words like amadou ignited fires
In her eyes behind mystery and glasses,
She easily outclasses
Many and all, - masses.
The chatter like on a billiard-table
Rippled the imagination
Abundance of inspiration, the time did not matter,
It flattered,
It enhanced,
He has not glanced
But looked through the darkened cover
Aiming for the eyes,
The highest prize,
Lean, intense and moral
The moment captured, smile almost floral!
Fain to go, both were freely,
Fair skin, youthful and natural
Whence it comes, whence it always come?
Hope is from the heart,
Thrown to fly on a Cupid’s dart!
The Day Of Originality Is Near
When Everything Will Be Clear
She Will Dry Her Tears
Because Arise
Before You Rise
With Your Story
In Her History.
©Amadou Jarou Bah
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Don't Shoot
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/2014
My hands
up!
Don't shoot!
POW! POW! POW!
Michael Brown
Eric Garner
Kimani Gray
Kendrec McDade
Timothy Russell
Ervin Jefferson
Amadou Diallo
Patrick Dorsmond
Ousmane Zongo
Timothy Stansburg Jr.
Sean Bell
Orlando Barlow
Arron Campbell
Victor Steen
Steven Eugene Washington
Alonzo Ashley
Wendell Allen
Ronald Madison
James Brissette
Travares McGill
Ramarley Graham
Oscar Grant -
Black men
gunned down
by
White cops -
When
will it stop.
My hands
up,
don't shoot!
Anger- what is it?
what color is it?
And, what can we liken it to?
Is it the thing that we feel before counting to TEN?
Or is it why many Buddhists reflect in Zazen?
Could it be White, like The Pillar Of Salt that became of Lot's Wife?
Was it Black like the GLOVE Of Geronimo Pratt
Or Silver like the Bullets which laid Amadou flat?
The Blue Of Uniforms of those who Protect and who Serve?
Maybe the pigment of a person who killed a sick perv
Shaded Brown like the Projects, with no Hope/locked inside?
Welfare Yellow like Cheese when you're stripped of your pride
Surely it's the Green Of Saudi Arabia's Flag
New York Gray like the Beggar who's treated like slag?
Actually, it isn't manifested in colors
Nor can it be defined
Go now
Entertain what I've said
Remembering the Paradox is that we claim to see RED