Canaan Poems - Poems about Canaan

Shattered dreams of New Canaan no longer land of the free home of the brave, original rightful occupants hoodwinked, petrified, where diseases xeroxed ambushed, crushed, extinguished, squashed, trashed, wampashed, the entire kit and kaboodle zapped violent unwelcome intruders celebrated acquisition or outright annexation of lands inhabited by indigenous peoples showcasing courtesy outright theft torturing, liquidating, flourishing braggadocio nattering nabobs of nativity pièce de résistance mere pennies on the dollar one...

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It's always at dawn It's always in the shadows That the criminals rob The innocent as well as the guilty It's deep in the dark night That we forget on the table The suppers of the werewolves in disguise And the unarmed gendarmes For the carnival, for the feast When blood turns to wine Where we imitate the wedding feast of Canaan Oh! Poor, we see...

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A unique form of hatred, stereotypes and prejudice, they decipher realities. Forgotten the same father, Ibrahim, Canaan families. Who loving safe, warm, faith, in the same lands. Hagar, Sarah. Buzzing claims, devout homes and beliefs, attempted annihilation, superseded born, sibling rivalry. Pardon, end. End, end, endeavour destruction....

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Curse before being born A slave A servant Before leaving my mother's womb A life of servitude Poverty Humiliation And disgrace Me, Son Of Canaan Son of Canaan I died for you too Christ...

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We’re leaving out today from the land of the Pharaohs We’re going to a place that was promised to us long ago We’re leaving, leaving today Going to the Promise land We’re leaving, we’re on our way Headed for Canaan We’re leaving behind the hard bondage and chains Four hundred years of tears, slavery, oppression and pain We’re leaving, we’re on our way to the milk and honey land We children of...

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Where is your Baal, land of Canaan? Where are your people, smart and courageous? They discovered an alphabet. Greeks took it and also the credit. Where is your schism Constantinople? Is it hidden under the minarets? For Buddhists there is no God, but we still have our Manitu. Where is your land, Indigenous people of America? People of different religion displaced us. Talk to us Great Spirit. “Do...

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Aah, Casarah; mine ears ache for thy counsel- Scarce are the chances to reach near thine arena The sea races near thy arches to crane its head to crash her waves and earn a share of thy full cache. The majority of words herein use the letters contained within the name Casarah Nance, which is an anagram of...

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Child of Ham, image of Christ, gospelled bands Ancestor of Melchizedek order ***** oracle of prophet, priest, king Anthem to you with drums and cymbal hands Arising in the Horeb of your power Nations steep in Afric's legacy sing ...

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