Who...
Am I.
Am I who I am?
or, who I want to be?
The difference is in me.
Night and day,
not the color of my skin,
or the way I intend,
but the way that I am,
and will be.
I represent me.
More than that,
I am us.
We together are who we are.
We can be bad or good,
hands to heaven or feet to hell.
The difference...
the simple ring of a bell.
Stomping the weak,
that want to speak,
or romping through the grass,
giving criminals a pass.
We need to do better,
or we will be made less, by the few,
that hate the all.
Watchers on the sidelines.
Good men of good breeding.
They are high, and mighty,
and have no known faults.
They have made sure to bribe,
or even own to the bone...
all descenters,
the decliners' with a pen, and paper.
It is a rapier wit they have.
Many laugh at the party
because they have not realized
they too are part of the meal,
so feel as you like...
but dinner is about to be served.
Categories:
decliners, abortion, america, christian, corruption,
Form: Free verse
The Past
Written: by Miracle man
11-29-2019
Each day finds some group whitewashing history,
The revenge crowd hide facts, to create a mystery.
But history not remembered we’re subject to repeat,
Those demanding eradication have their own drumbeat.
We change names on buildings, streets and schools,
But demolishing statues makes us misguided fools.
Some judge always appeases the motivated, whiners,
And the end result is, that we all become decliners.
We may change the narrative by altering the acts,
So future generations won’t know the true facts.
And demolish statues attempting from memory to delete,
But non remembering sometimes brings about repeat.
“You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest
that it leaves your arms to full to embrace the present.”
Jan Glidewell
Categories:
decliners, change, truth,
Form: Rhyme