Does humanity ever change?
He deceives the people; claims he is a king.
Hang him on a cross would be just the thing.
They do not confess the truth of the church.
Burn them at the stake or worse.
Make them wear an arm band.
Then gas them throughout the land.
They are enemies of the state.
Thus, the gulags they create.
They do not comply with the revolution.
Eliminate them is the one solution.
Ban a book, delete an account,
Silence voices of decent.
Only allow majority assent.
For a man can only speak, what a man can think.
In these current days and times,
Government and media have combined,
To assault the language; thus, our minds.
Control the language, control the mind.
For man can only speak, what a man can think.
Folks let fear take them over.
Succumbing to popular notions;
Believing they provide protections;
Blinded by cowardly inventions.
Forgetting all of histories lessons,
Regarding dangerous insurrections,
Claimed by men seeking self-elevation.
Yet, there is no way to gage the power;
Of one man unwilling to cower.
Who stands up strong at the fateful hour;
Resisting wrongs of a throng’s clamor.
For a man can truly speak, when a man can think.
A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, black coffee in the morning it is so
easy to remember the past it shines like jewels lost.
It was the winter of 1964, it was dark my brother carried
a big sink bucket and I a smaller one, we were on our way to
the coal depot to- if we found a hole in the fence- to steal coal.
We were caught by a man who wore an arm band of the new
people in command and they were taking no nonsense from
anyone least of all seven years old thieves.
I have often seen that, you put a uniform on someone who
who never had power and they behave like little Hitler sprats .
On the way home with two empty buckets we came across
a wooden fence that had partially fallen down we took as many
planks as we could carry and had a warm Christmas Eve
This moon belongs to me
no country can claim it
free from all the politics, conspiracies
and all the myths that surround it
it will never fade nor be eclipsed
nor it will set at dawn
or it will be dimmed by the sunlight
the yang forever etched on to me
as an arm band tattoo to symbolise my mourning
that I can see every night and morning
when I fold my arms it touches my heart.
The destroyer of darkness he was named,
this moon is my brother
forever he is now in my company and
this time will fade with me on my pyre the day I die.
A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, black coffee in the morning it is so
easy to remember the past it shines like jewels lost.
It was the winter of 1946, it was dark my brother carried
a big sink bucket and I a smaller one, we were on our way to
the coal depot to- if we found a hole in the fence- to steal coal.
We were caught by a man who wore an arm -band of the new
people in command and they were taking no nonsense from
anyone least of all seven years old thieves.
I have often seen that you put a uniform on someone who
who never had power and they behave like little Hitler sprats .
On the way home with two empty buckets. we came across
a wooden fence that had partially fallen down we took as many
planks as we could carry and had a warm Christmas Eve
On War Maneuvers
I remember the dusty dirty roads back home,
I walked them daily trying not to roam.
I walked with friends, but occasionally alone,
In bare feet I felt the pain of every stone.
It was during the summer of ’43,
Going home I would play in every tree.
I had just celebrated birthday number eight,
There is no way I will forget that date.
We heard the army was coming our way,
Boy, we kids thought they were here to stay.
We soon realized they were here to train,
Preparing to go get Hitler in countries like Spain.
This was called maneuvers during World War Two,
Our red arm band soldiers were tracking down the blue.
During chow we met with the soldiers that night,
We did not realize that these men had to fight.
One soldier’s rifle I was allowed to hold,
It was loaded with blanks, we were told.
I fired accidentally, the shot rang true,
The soldiers scattered quickly without asking who.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
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