OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM! *
In the beginning
We were the architects
Of God’s designed world;
Then came them—
The devastating forces
Of its Garden Of Eden
Decline:-
We were the flowers
And fruits of the Garden;
Then they became
The slithering and coiling
Slime of disobedience
And disrespect:-
We were chosen
To teach cross bearing
With the Bearer thereof;
Then they—save Mark—
Tried to leave out
Our Simon Of Cyrene hue:-
As you read, my children,
Listen to these 83+ years
Old screaming words:
We must know that ourstory here,
Did not begin with their slavery!
They’re just lyingly implicated this,
In their fecal canvassing
Of their diuretic history:-
While we remain
The crucified oppressed,
And they, the crucifiers,
Realize our Ancestors
Ensured that we would be
Today’s resurrected ones;
Overcoming and ascending,
Memorial total liberation:-
Thus, it be between them
And us, in waning oppression
And waxing liberation;
We ascending the mountaintop,
Not as children of Sisyphus,
But, the ebony-hued of the Liberator:-
Categories:
crucifiers, allegory, black african american,
Form: Free verse
my symbolic house
my purple castle
invaded by red clowns
a dialogue
contradicting personal icons
denying synthesis
denying art
trespassing
poaching
unbalancing decentring crucifiers
tearing the paper they make of my mind
tearing tissue
cells sinew flesh blood
a pavlov’s laboratory
for a crowd
appropriation
depersonalisation
obliteration
constructs and betrayals ad infinitum
a teleological structuralism
for others
SBaquie1988
Categories:
crucifiers, allegory, conflict, metaphor, symbolism,
Form: Blank verse
He laid down his head thankfully upon a bed of straw
Mary his mother softly caressing his head, singing him to sleep
His father Joseph eyeing the sheep, cows, and other guest there
While the sound of "Messiah" blows through the crisp night air.
Mary did you know?
Not one trumpet blared as the Messiah was manger born
The sounds of maternal birth pains followed by an angelic cry
No children singing, no bells ringing, not one parade in sight
To announce that the Savior, Jesus, was born this very night
Mary, did you know?
Yours that was seen as the least... is really the most?
Your manger born Messiah- appeared from the right hand of God
The crucifiers saw him with hatred, that's what they wished to see
Was the grown up baby Jesus....that would soon deliver me..
Mary, did you know?
Categories:
crucifiers, holiday,
Form: Free verse
Fell twilight for the gods on craven haunches,
sarcophagus tantrum slammed,
broke fingers dug in the sacred bread,
stilled mouths from sipping rough cask wine
from the vine of the freshly damned.
Satan, with crossed hooves, hogged the distant corner,
stroking pointed chin,
enrapt, volcanic, in serpentine repose,
silent, black and melodramatic,
marinated in chloroform sin.
And God pulled strings that puppet limbs
writhed virulent with fate
and infect the twelve with cold unease,
inklings spawned and realisation dawned
of a favourite son's death in orchestrate.
Betrayal engendered of love of lucre,
mule whipped by denial,
when driven rivets nailed feet and hands
the physics of pain in vinegar nerves
was less a torture trial.
When forehead thorns drew bloody sweat
the side was speared through,
it ended in tears of salt and stigmata
and waves of hysterical weeping and wailing
for they know not what they do...?
"They know no what they do?"
playing fast and ever loose
with good intent, the best defence for dirty deeds
of crucifiers, despots and natural born killers,
yet the laws of man decree ignorance no excuse.
Categories:
crucifiers, allegory, philosophy, social, time,
Form: Verse