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rainforest vine race
by Watson, Wendy
Withdrawn For Good From Rat Race
by sensele, john
by Anish, Matthew
by heavingham, colin
Accomplish Your Race
by Asuncion, Bernard F.
Lets Talk Stereotypes: Race
by Ng, Sil
DON'T LET RACE STOP YOU
by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
Your Collective Victory Race Run and Done
by sensele, john
by Van Riel, Faith
YOU GOTTA HAVE SHOES TO RUN THIS RACE
by Lee Sr., James Edward
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La Noche sin agua --- I spill my loving lips
Dancing, laughing and celebrating life
I am his queen, aka' dulce Nina
A night he must not forget
Lunesta ... Suave ...
He savors every moment;
Then questions my capabilities
Suddenly I feel like a refugee in my own house!
History and bad company, repeating itself
He wants to ruin the beauty of leadership
America on top, Latinos on the bottom
"Legally," he says, he'll welcome me
Law abiding, I pass the proper speech
Stereotyped every time I share my race
Casting my poor nationality under the Rio Grand,
A wall too tall, in which my people continue to build
After I give him my all
Children, love, support
The best tortillas in the house
He offends a lifetime of memories
I'm a skillful woman, I dance with no music
I love to work, I take the field
Picking cotton, like there's no tomorrow
I will continue to paint rainbows
And enjoy every color in my garden.
Today, I've forgotten what Mexico looks like
However, that does not cut him from
accusing my race of planting too many trees
Calculating, calling Latinos criminals,
Forgetting his own sin, he wants to win
Insinuating we're robbing the American Dream
This is where I belong!!!
Go ahead and build more republicans
I'm already on the side I want to be
Born and raised in the USA
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016
trains come, then depart
rancid smoke over grey fields
I am little
I saw it all
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018
-THIS IS NOT A POEM-
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Tell Me Where You Are From;)
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If you are having a bad day, let me have it
If you have awesome news, don't be greedy
By all means --- SHARE THE NEWS!!!
................. LOVE THE POET DESTROYER
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
It’s not about the winning or losing
But how the race is run
To be in the Winners Circle
To bask in limelight’s fun
It’s not about the winning or losing
But how the race is run
The preparation starts well before
The race is even begun
It’s not about the winning or losing
But how one runs the race
In a Universe full of Abundance
One must take their place
It’s not about the winning or losing
But how the game is played
It’s always great in the winner’s circle
Especially when one meets the grade
Life is but a transitional race
In which we take our place
It’s a Universe full of abundance
To foul would be bad taste
Grievances set aside
In Harmony enjoy the treat
A Universe full of Abundance
The World is at your feet
Solitary you battle through the race
On a journey all alone
Let’s join you then and run in fun
That’s how this race is run
The music is from the movie 'Chariots of Fire', a true story of two young dedicated British contenders with different religious denominations who were fierce competitors in the 1924 Paris Olympics.
Music by - 2CELLOS, Luka Sulic and Stjepan Hauser in their new album playing the Title from 'Chariots of Fire' by Vangelis with London Symphony Orchestra.
POTD 15th July 2017
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
He skis down the slopes
of a snow covered mountain
racing against time
and his main adversary...
avalanche in hot pursuit.
Written 28th May 2016
Contest: Traditional Tanka
Sponsor: Charlotte J. Puddifoot
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his
written in stone
these highest places
where power reigns
gripping so tightly
draining the meaning
out of good intention
Those stones are weeping
as grass grows quietly around the edges
are best listed
to be used like lines in the sand
some seen on the skin
most are though beneath
a cross marking
this land of the free
that the privileged paid for
from sea to sea
with the lives of lesser men
and their women
up for "grabs"
best when big breasted
beautiful and begging
feeding their daughters
dreams of a better tomorrow
when that white clenched fist
stops squeezing her ****
lips against her
drooling over her
in her ear
What lines of defense
Those lines lie on paper
written, signed and etched by those
elected and chosen
statesmen stating authority over your body
serving their purpose
the good Word stenciled in stone
carved out in flesh
swept under the rug
serving their purpose
as grass grows quiety around the edges
Keeping their hands clean
they wipe their mouths red
blood on their stained sleeves
the polish from their shiny shoes sully
stripped of the value they once held
when they stiched us all together
and brought so many strangers home
How white clenched fists
hold power and privelege
held so high in esteem
like our stars
the threads shaking
as if stripped naked
and forced to wave
above that Capitol Hill
holds a tattered gown
Copyright © I.Spit.Ink SaruhRosen | Year Posted 2017
Love me in Black and White
From the keys of your heart a melody rolled back the night
illuminated the sky with its symphony of lights
and fired new stars in the firmament,
each a budding soul, a firework
of colors spun within the
black and white keys
of your heart.
lyric /song (0:30 / 2:18)
If you find me
If you love me
I’ll open all the doors
to that secret place
where time and space lie
all snuggled up in place
into love’s embrace
just love me (x)
in black and white (x)
and all the grey of my heart
will soon disappear for
your sea-foam brush
will spray clots
of colors in
just find me (x)
and love me (x)
black or white
and a burst of moonbeam
will unfurl its loving sails
and my pain will drop
right back into
the sea of
back to musical intro (1:52)
Copyright © Anne-Marie Coreggia | Year Posted 2017
A race against time.
I can not enjoy my days.
They are not long enough, for the things I want to do.
I simply come and go.
Stay long, I can not.
Like a relationship that comes and goes.
My life has no stop.
Ending up in places no one knows.
Over the edge, over the top.
I look at the time .
It flies by fast.
Where has my day gone?
In the morning I am sipping on coffee.
Now I am in bed, my day is done.
Minutes pass me by quickly.
Not giving me time to breath.
One day I was 23 years old.
The next day I turned 35, asking where did all the time go?
I am not getting young.
When is this going to stop?
It all started when my life begun.
Will it end the day I drop.
Like the milk that spills from a cup.
A race against time
Should I just give up?
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
You say all lives matter
Bringing up all these colors
Like red, white, orange, and blue
But when a black life is taken, where on Earth are you?
Where's your sympathy and support when the takers of our lives get off Scott-free in court?
Why weren't you at the rally?
Why weren't you at the protest?
You say all lives matter then reveal yourself to be a hypocritical mess.
Why are you more upset at the march of an activist feet
And the words that were in his speech
Than you are at the fact that another black body lies bleeding in the street?
Why don't you demand justice when it's our lives they are taking?
Why don't you demand truth as the media is muckraking?
Dessiminating misinformation, and sometimes straight up lies, while ensuring we become nothing but criminals in your eyes?
Not husbands, sons, daughters, loved ones, or wives
None of that is left after we've been demonized, had our humanity stripped and been reduced to part crimes.
Oh but they'll tell the story of the killer, saying he's gentle and wouldn't hurt a fly
When he just might shoot the wings off the black angel if he saw it in the sky?
To put it simply, he's racist
And that could just be implicit bias
Not always blatant hatred
Either way when he sees the color of my skin my life is no longer as sacred
As a matter of fact the color of it means I'm a threat
And in that moment all training and restraint he forgets
Our of his own cowardice and fear
Pulls the trigger back and
Another one of us is no longer here...
An instance of disregard and violence
Repeated so much throughout this nation's history
But we won't live in silence in the face of this danger and misery
We've dealt with it since slavery when they put us on the boat
To two years ago
When Eric Garner was choked
You don't care about
The damage, pain, anguish, and tears
Dealt by the oppression and violence we've suffered all these yearsIn fact All Lives matter
You're complicit in these things
You'd say it wasn't true
But when a black life is taken where on Earth are you?
Our here characterizing the entire movement
By the actions of the outside few
Calling us dangerous, cop killers
When that's not even what we do
We want to be able to exercise our rights freely
We want changes in policy
As well as accountability
Consequences for those who inflict this brutality
But as we do our work to change the system from the outside and within
You act as if we've committed some sort of sin
Saying we don't care about others
And it's not about race
Never mind the fact that we are killed at a much higher rate
Sharing stories of white people who are brutalized and ask for our repentance
Purposefully leave out the fact that THAT officer got a sentence
Saying "You ignore the taking of others lives. That ain't right"
If a white person is brutalized
Is it ever BECAUSE they're white???
See we go through these things because we are black
And its an understanding or concern about this, that you seem to lack.
Saying all lives matter
To silence our voices on something that matters to US
And through erasure send us to the back of the social justice bus
So I could ask again why
When one of our lives are taken
From you there's no anger, outrage, our outcry
I won't, I already know
It's because from the start
All Lives matter
Wasn't anything but a lie
Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2016
My spirit and soul are trapped in this vessel of flesh. They scream to escape and to be liberated and soar on the breezes of life. To frolic freely among the trees, among the clouds and to run without weight and care.
My spirit and soul are trapped and they want to get out. Out from under all the stress and demand in life out from all the evil and hate of the world.
My spirit and soul are trapped in demand to perform, to keep a smile when I am down, to keep a stiff upper lip.
My spirit and soul are trapped to work for things and objects, to keep up with Jones and Kardashians.
My spirit and soul are trapped into believing that all men are made equal when the reality of this world says different, that only green currency is the great equalizer.
My spirit and soul are trapped into believing that single is not wholeness that it is necessary to be joined with another body to be view without stigma.
My spirit and soul are trapped in a body not acceptable because it's fat, it's woman and it's black and aging.
My spirit and soul are trapped and they are screaming to be free... screaming to reveal all the possibilities of how good life could be if I just didn't give a damn about who thinks what about me.
Copyright © Kellie Thomas | Year Posted 2013
In a flower’s velvet petals
There dwells a divine scent and hue
Soon a tiny creature settles
That will help pollinate a few.
We are blossoms of our dear God
Born each in colors of our kin.
It matters not our birth of sod
Neither the colors of our skin.
For Andrea Dietrich's "Tell Me Your Number Contest" I am 8
8 line form Heroic Rispetto (Month and Day) Path May 3rd. 5+3=8
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014
Aimeriez vous une chevaline rouge
Composée de sucre d’orge?
(would you like a red horse made of barley sugar?)
Vous pourriez faire la race de
Plaines aux tires d’eponge.
(you could race across sponge toffee plains)
Vous amènera à un bosquet d’arbres
Faites de réglisses à la menthe
Ou des bariolé jujubes croissent au lieu de feuilles.
(would bring you to a grove of trees
Made of mint liquorices
Where multicolour jujubes grow instead of leaves).
For Debbie Guzzi's biLingual Poetry Contest
you wished for me to write something sweet, Debs:))
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
When oppositional cognitive dissonance deflects focus,
it tends to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time
to where she began to feel alone,
If you don't want a sopping wet tile bathroom floor
because I have thrown all my naked Barbie and Ken parts,
especially their water-filled hollow insides,
and the five saturated pools of stained white washcloths
I took out of that drawer just like you said not to,
and the nice sudsy soft bar of soap,
then you might want to reconsider leaving the bathroom
during my bath.
You might want to think of telling a story
or imagining with my behavioral lectures
I so mercilessly inflict
on the shattered heads of my daughter
Perhaps oppositional cognitive dissonance
is what Republicans have about Democrats,
and vice versa.
If you folks would be so kind as to return to cooperative civic and civil discussion,
about my intrinsic dignity, royalty perhaps,
sense of anthrocentric entitlement,
immaculate integrity as a Sacred Orthodox Tradition,
utterly necessary to optimize sustainable and resilient health
for All Americans,
(although perhaps not quite sufficient),
Including those who happen to have become embarrassed
by their unhealthy wealth and extravagant disregard
for undercommodified humane values,
like caring and nurturing, loving and therapeutic
mentoring relationships and trees of life, and economic
and eco-logical environ-mental (0)-sum cooperative networks,
like the synergy of all natural systems,
most especially religious cultures
delivering a united and interdependent positive teleology
that we all created this rapacious, extractive mess together.
So, please stop leaving the bathroom of discourse,
regardless of how rhetorically insane and polemic,
every time we complain about your shitty attitudes
about wealthy compost and sustainable,
optimized economic growth.
Then you democratically complain,
by voting for the one you hate the least,
as we go right on doing
what we intended to do
while we were throwing water
on your slippery-floor economics
reverse-hierarchical interdependence and mutual subsidiarity.
Much too "solidarity" for Republican taste as True,
much less Just to those who prefer their
economically entrenched competitive silos
our Democratic family value parents
hear their oppositionally disordered Republicans
as if they were bionically alien unitarian utilitarians,
like honey bees and ant hives,
devoid of deductive rational accessibility,
of even one of four dimensions of truth,
and without capacity to empathize with their well-mentored praxis
of continually forgetting you could not climb a higher priority
than telling your oppositional daughter,
Dr. Seuss's The Lorax,
Interpreting each voice as your own Lorax Ego-EcoLogos,
wondering why you continue competing
to reach a Win-Win Cooperative Game,
and biological karmic finish line,
alone in your polycultural
Yum-Yum Tree Paradise.
When you think about it,
you can see that your competitive political
and economic assumption,
that Win-Win cooperation will not have our final say,
is not ecologically, scientifically,
or even permaculturally, metaphysically
sound, rational, integrated,
sustainably designed to benefit future generations,
much less synergetic or holonically comprehensive.
You can't win a P=NP,
cooperative economic logistical plan
until everyone else has the freedom
and ecotherapeutic orthopraxis comprehension,
to win-win with you, coincidentally.
With this perhaps un-Christian,
and vaguely irreligious perspective
that Democratic mutual-redeemer culture
is closer to (0) sum Core Value Balanced Heaven
rationality, and intuition,
than appears to be the case
for our benighted Republican
wealthy fat-cat anthro-supremacist residents of Earth,
we have turned rather too far
our spinning cultural revolution pendulum
away from the racist sin of monocultural monotheism,
poverty and the overpowering commodification of human lives,
and the commodification of other species,
and the commodification of Earth's fire, water,
soil and sky,
Under-producing her capacity to regenerate fertile maturing seeds,
turning away from sin as sterile insanity,
disability and absence of healthy love,
to now prophecy the sins of monopolistic drenching wealth,
and overly ballistic power;
to notice challenging, dissonant tipping points
bicamerally competing ecopolitical uncertainty
and ecological dysfunction for all consciousness
All extending families
reconnecting our more humane DNA-informed
bicameral information processor branch of EcoTribe,
multisystemic and polyculturally Climaxing Community,
coincidentally straining and stressing to comprehend
Polynomial SpaceTime = Not-Not Polynomial Open Systemic Binomial Prime Relationship Temporal "Now"
as Yang-convex/positive = Yin-concave/negative,
as +1.00% QBit = +/-(0)% Soul Core-emergent universal Vertex/Dark Recessional Vortex (Perelman, 1993)
So, yes, Democrats, not Plutocrats, maybe somewhat closer,
but closer doesn't count
when playing Win-Win economic ecotherapy.
Donkey clown shoes might also fit elephants.
Speaking of elephants in too-narrow-minded oppositional spaces,
where was I?
Oh, yes, she’s in the bathtub again,
better watch that wet wild floor.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark
When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark.
I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow
But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know
It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does
I went into the backyard to determine what it was.
Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be
It flew right up and landed very close to me.
Soon I realized it was no ordinary find.
What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind.
A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft
Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask.
He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me.
I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free.
His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone
He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.”
He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know
But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go.
He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh
I knew I’d better listen to this little guy.
Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more –
Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. .
He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream.
He was here because of some wayward sunbeam.
“I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.”
He said, “The race is always over before it has begun.
There is a reason for these victories, you see
My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.”
“Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command.
I can do more things with them than man can understand.”
He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will
I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.”
I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.”
He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will.
I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night
The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight
So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth --
This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth.
I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high.
Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.”
Written By John Posey
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012
All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.
Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.
Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
Race with the wind, step up higher
Higher than blues of a sky;
Through an airspeed, mile-long flight
Chase a smooth or rugged pace,
Wings on feet, be the desire.
On to tracks as the nights inspire
Burn, burn man, whip a dream;
Heels kicking dust of life's byway
Chase a smooth or rugged pace,
Wings on feet, be the desire.
And spike that run like a lit fire
Gotta reach the stars’ motion;
Burn man, gears are in control
Chase a smooth or rugged pace,
Wings on feet, be the desire.
Lyric Man's Sing Me..A Jingle
by nette onclaud
The mythological associations
for the brand Nike Shoes are flight,
victory, and speed.
Nike is the Winged Goddess of Victory.
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
~The Kentucky Derby~
What a glorious day it is today,
As people of all ages are having fun,
Because the Kentucky Derby race,
Is taking place till the day is done.
You can really see all around the,
Throughbred beautiful horses,too,
That will be competing for the,
grand prize that they'll give today.
There are very large crowds everywhere,and,
Folks are laughing and making bets to,
For their favorite horses everywhere, and,
You can feel their excitement mounting too.
You can see the jockeys walking around,
Displaying proudly all their best colors and silks too.
They all seem to be,more than ready for this race,
While taking last notes here and there to make things okay today.
Well,this wonderful race is about to start any moment now.
The horses are being prepared in every way,and that's true,
As they're all looking their very best from head to hoofs,
The winner will receive a very beautiful cup and great honors,too.
So many bets that are at stake here for so many today,
People are very excited, rushing all over the place to,
As the horses and their jockeys are getting ready now,
The jockeys are looking so proud atop the horses they'll ride, too.
The horses and jockeys are now set for this much awaited race,
They're all in line and in their position to start anytime to,
But it will take a long time for sure for this race to be over,
But already it looks like "Black Beauty" is about to make history today.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016
westerly chasing daylight relentless darkness never cedes defeat
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Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016
California Chrome’s bid for a triple crown was a no-go.
He didn’t win, he didn’t place. He didn’t even show.
The owners of the horse were hoping to pop the cork
at the Belmont Raceway in New York.
Down the drain went the hope for history with fortune and fame.
Many said the horse that won the Derby and the Preakness was not the same.
Loads of betters were disappointed. What a shame!
No thanks to another horse by the name of “Tonalist”,
another bid for a triple crown winner was missed.
Nobody will ever see me at the race tracks rambling.
No matter how you look at it, it’s still considered gambling.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
I approach her with the same
Love I approach my family with.
Her skin is black.
I try to speak a few words in her
Native language to welcome her.
Her skin is brown.
I married a Chinese/Hawaiian
and our child is beautiful.
His skin is yellow/brown.
I write poetry about the Native
Americans to celebrate them.
Their skin is red.
I fit in with every race because
My color contains all colors.
My skin is white.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note: In honor of all the recent innocent deaths.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
When you're wanting to bet
On a racehorse, don't fret.
With this tip from the stable door.
Pair Wunwun with Tutu,
A double that's for you.
It's a wager you should not ignore
Wunwun won,one race,
And Tutu too, her chase.
That has left one bookie,quite sore.
1 1 is a racehorse. 2. 2 is 1. 2
1.1. 1 1 race 2. 2 1. 1. 2.
Wunwun is a racehorse. Tutu is one too
Wunwun won one race. Tutu won one too.
11 / 2 / 2016.
Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2016
Life as a child was full of hues,
Of sparkling reds and brightened blues,
‘Coz the distinction of color had not been made,
The foundation of racism had not been laid.
However, things began to change as we grew,
‘Coz Black & White became the only colors we knew,
Makeba was no more the cheerful & witty girl,
Nor Mary the blue-eyed blonde with a curl.
We began to be known as blacks and whites,
Being distinguished by the racism termites,
Into colors that seemed superfluous,
In the face of love & friendship that held us.
Doesn’t pitch black turn into a shade of grey,
When white and black decide to play,
Then why confine ourselves by shades and hues,
Let all colors in the cup of life brew.
Come let’s extract the flavor of love,
Let’s make way for the peace dove,
And create a world of beautiful shades,
Where Makeba & Mary are tied in a common braid.
Copyright © Sushmita Kalashikar | Year Posted 2018
What has happened to our kids?
Why did we become the type of parents we did?
Is there a name for us?
Slower, easier, then turned into a mess of fuss
Using our imaginations and reading the classics galore
So much lovely literature to explore
Had to look up facts in a Book
Critical thinking came without one second look
Now we have I.T. people at schools
Showing and telling us...
something I never really wanted to use
Gets me into trouble
What DO YOU mean I can't have that document on the double?
So, this generation I am in...the before and after
Are a special bunch of people going faster and faster
We are a special generation, you see
We grew up without the almighty god of technology
People try to put us down... cuz' we don't know the way around
Can ya dig what I'm tryin' to say? Computers will never fade away
I'm not tryin' to cause a big sensation...
Google is fine, but not the only means of education
Copyright © Jennifer Young | Year Posted 2014
If my horse on the race course
a winner for me
then the course for my race horse
makes me debt free.
So the beat of the mare's feet
makes me debt free
gold such a treat for this feat
a winner for me.
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2012
They won't let us have
the same things ...
things that once was given to them
They say we deserve it not,
because we're of the rejected seed ---
those who drew the accursed lot
They know who they be,
them who speak ever so conservatively
Within their hearts they believe
the children of slaves ain't entitled to anything
Oh woe, woe to them
How hollow their words of hypocrisy ring
Conservative thought dominates,
primarily in the western United States
They espouse less federal government intervention,
to stop giving out those free government handouts
To them, entitlements are a costly waste ...
keeping the nation in perpetual debt
But oh how so easily
their own history they selectively forget
Here is a reminder of the past,
annotated as a historical fact
All those millions of white folk who got the cheap land
under the 1862 Homestead Act
Federal land sold so cheap,
it was practically given away free
Thus it was called: the Free Soil policy
Homestead legislation was introduced to Congress
twelve years prior in 1850
It politicked under a righteous veneer
of stopping the spread of slavery
into any territory west of the Mississippi
Those newly formed western states
ate a-plenty from the federal welfare plate
Four generations ago,
the ancestors of conservatives didn't mind
the federal government helping them out more
They didn't mind some federal intervention then
They didn't mind the government giving them
some land that still belonged to the Indians
And through the subsequent years,
the federal government built up their land with public investment ...
taxpayer money that is
Back then, there wasn't no cry of regret
about the country falling deeper in debt
The federal government built the houses, roads,
irrigation channels and huge dams to vitalize the land
Wasn't nothing wrong with being entitled to that
They wanted the federal purse opened wide
when they had their hand holding out the hat
More federal government was good back then,
getting free help from the government was considered a godsend
Over a hundred years of federal government entitlement,
you can eat a lot of free lunches with that welfare homestead plan
The great grands of conservatives
got the free house and the dirt cheap land
Seems to me, they did most of the begging
But listen nowadays to the conservatives say:
less federal government should be the prevailing doctrine
Oh how those children of entitlement
don't acknowledge how good to them federal welfare has been
The homestead children of hypocrisy say
that children of slaves ain't entitled to such
The conservative children of entitlement say
that we've already been given too much
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017