Corrosion of our country‘s values piques
our interest; cuddled minds with cudgels speak
and bark, confused by all but tribal laws,
subconscious minds coddled with pride. The fall
is sure to come, and the Great Seal — break.
Democracy at stake, and still none wake,
as all our rights contort. Through fear or spite
competing visions won’t align; what’s right?
And who decides? It’s no surprise that each,
effulgent with conceit, decides to teach
his point of view is true. And, who will die?
The thousands yet to scream, as both still try
to conquer what was one, but now divides.
Attach your signature. Right here. Beside.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
10 Words contest; sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Said their Voices from the Graves.
Listen!
As death amplifies the frequency of remembrance
you delve into your faith,
your mind searches for God
and answers.
Unify your sincerity,
and let your questions be herd.
Together!
yours are the voices that will rise
and resonate,
the justice that will adhere,
the love that will mend,
and the prayers that will bring change..
Surely!
God is aware
and you are His proxies.
© Al Juman The "said" Poet
Not Our Founding Father's Nation
By Franklin Price
7/7/2016
Not our founding father's nation
That we're living in today
We're no longer using horses
To move ourselves along the way
Autos, planes and satellites
Make this country very small
The World is not much bigger
All is at our beck and call
Information instantaneous
Don't have to wait for print
No time to think what's happening
To know if we came or went
TV news and internet
Tell us lies until they're caught
If unlucky they've convinced us
What they're selling we have bought
Retractions often hidden
In the text of future lies
Misuse of new technologies
Is something I despise
The Constitution still applies
And the Holy Bible too
New interpretations needed
For the times we're going through
Be careful to whom you listen
Determine what is false or fact
Ride figuratively on a founder's horse
To determine how to act
DEAR FOUNDING FATHERS,
WHERE IS OUR REPUBLIC?
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CONSTITUTION,
OF THESE UNITED STATES?
WHERE IS THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE?
AND WHY IS THE POWER RESERVED FOR ONLY A FEW ELITE LEADERS?
WHERE IS OUR TRUE FREEDOM?
WHY DO DEBT, TAXES, AND GREED,
RULE OUR SOCIETY?
DEAR FOUNDING FATHERS,
WHERE IS OUR MORAL OBLIGATION,
OF THE FREEDOM FOR ALL OF HUMANITY?
THIS UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,
WAS FOUNDED ON THE PRINCIPLES,
OF LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.
BRING OUR PEOPLE TOGETHER AS ONE.
GUIDE US BACK TO OUR UNIVERSAL ROOTS,
AND BRING FREEDOM AND POWER,
BACK TO THE PEOPLE!
AMEN!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
MARCH 2016
You have done quite
An excellent job
The day of rewarding will come
When all the records will be played
To the future generation
For fulfilling your pledge
To the people of this generation
You gave us inspiration
In you did we get our motivation
We come together as a nation
Even though we were just a people
We went astray
But look at us today
A lost people without a leader
But you brought us together
And gave us hope for the future
The source of every smoke
Is the fire
And a pleasant smell
From a flower
You liberated us and made us stronger
God bless you George Grant, RS Blay and Osagyfo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
Even though your foes
Undermine the fact that
You are a symbol of change
You are our new destiny
We will still live your legacy
You are men of integrity
We now have a dream
We have a theme
No matter what they say
We can now see the way
Like martin Luther king
Racism do not mean a thing
You fought for that which is right
So we can now see the light
This is when we celebrate,
This is when we came,
a day for which we will never forget,
the day we hath taken our name,
The essence is for your light of day,
but yours is in the nights in which you pray,
for i remember the smell, of the glorious day,
where you use to beg me,but only to say,
"goodbye", but not yet you will die,
i remember the tears that made me sye,
thus, we shed the hate that cloud the skies,
for you have taken mine,
an so you dance and drink of this bloodlike wine,
as you thirst for this beloved curse,
the truth i speak is but in this verse,
so fear,
so close, but so dear,
through the followers that claim these righteous years,
an your fame in my dead history, is all you hear,
for a victory so sweet is as tart as a lime,
for the foundation will crack like the most ancient of time,
an all that last,of the shadow that was cast,
must die,
to bring light to the sky,
as the prisoner of the branded, again she must fly.