Oh, fathers of our forefathers
Would that we could draw from—
Your ever-flowing wellspring of wisdom.
In your footsteps peace would reign
With days serene and night long and calm.
Fathers of our forefathers
Your bravery and courage knows no equal
How did you blend muse and diplomacy?
At times, I wonder
What might have been had we been you.
Fathers of our forefathers
Even in our our modern prime, your legacy
Casts a shadow miles beyond our own—
How you made your way through shackles;
How you talked your way to independence
Fathers of our forefathers
A long talk with you sometimes I crave
Perhaps history did not reach us enough
For it is evident that in your crudeness
Rather than our modernity, you found eternal happiness.
The first time you kissed me it was a surprise, I wasn’t ready.
It was a sneak attack, funny ‘cause they say the girl ‘always knows.’
I think we’re lucky we didn’t chip a tooth.
The unexpected slowed me - ‘ok, that happened,’ I thought.
Because I’d wondered, before - ‘does he like me like THAT?’
and suddenly you came into sharp focus, your lips, your eyes,
your goofy smile. It changed things, for us - like Jesus’s birth
changed time - there was before kiss (bk) and after kiss (ak).
We somehow kludged our way into love - the old fashioned way
without navigation software, dating sites, hookup apps or breadcrumbs.
Like our foremothers and fathers or Columbus - we bumbled into a new world.
As the bones of the forefathers
Find their way
May you sit on top
And observe your work
As there is more to come NDESANA
I journey is not a journey
Until it is taken Qwashu
Constructively as it formulates
A song is not a song
Until it is sang MBOYI
Silently as it builds up
A dream is not a dream
Until it has been lived NGAYIBANJWA
Dreamy eyes saw a path
Yet it does not have a title VULAMASANGO
As the votes of the forefathers
Foresee your existence
May you be blessed abundantly
And be free
As there is freedom to be utilized LETA
Who would relaxed smiles flash,
In a longish queue,
And not later think it a bit rash?
I tell you “a Discouraging Few”,
And am willing to stake good cash!
It had been an intolerance far from new,
Not just by The Brash,
By whom, at home, had left a waiting stew,
By the nobility, for example, Prince Nash,
But also by the scared that some guy in the queue,
Had meddled with some filthy trash,
And just caught flu!
Still, it’s a gross dislike for the exact moments,
Things are due,
Ahead of them vomiting the comments
Of persons whose forefathers had raised a hue,
Over claimed injustices that lacked a clue,
But into a wild rage still flew.
Some rights or your life?
The question's put to us all
What would be your choice?
We need to profile
Trading some rights for safety
Small inconvenience
To locate the nests
Of these cockroaches and to
Exterminate them
Arguing over
Our Constitutional rights
Is a waste of time
If our Forefathers
Could see us now, they would say,
"Destroy them all!"
Then we will have time
To live, to talk, to argue
To enjoy our rights
They fought for freedom
They gave us our civil rights
We can't let them down!
So called "intellects"
Who have over analyzed
The Constitution
Have caused us to doubt
What should be plain common sense
Thomas Payne would cry...
George Washington would
Be dismayed at how slow our
Nation was to act
Thomas Jefferson
And Benjamin Franklin would
Frown and shake their heads
But ghosts from the past
Can't lead us into battle
Can't save our future...
Our Forefathers' Panacea
By Franklin Price
8/27/2015
Our forefather's Panacea
Would be wonderful to see
Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
These goals were never free
For independence signed their names
Put their lives there on the page
Risking all for all a better life
Collectively a common sage
Backed it up with revolution
A tree to grow from planted seed
Facing unknown fear stopped some of them
For others it was greed
Either way was selfishness
Not for the common good
If that's not what you're thinking now
Perhaps you really should
The journey is not over
Our founders' goals not just for you
Remember “all” the key word here
The rich, the poor, the old, the new
Appreciation for what's guaranteed
On many of us lost
The “pursuit” of dreams is promised
Not the attainment without cost
Our way of life is threatened
From the outside and the in
If we want it to continue
Must work together to begin
Evaluate what's needed
For the betterment of all
Sign your name upon the page
Commit your life to stop the fall
broken entry frame
the girl wiggles,giggles,pass out
yo,i wrote the thing
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