The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaties
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
Where is the real place of safety
Inside these walls, or deep within
I am a wandering migratory spirit
Below the radiance of a far-off star
From chasing shadows, a hasty escape
To outrunning anxieties in the last of the light
Even if the past may haunt us in a faint whisper
We must fearlessly go forward
Maybe a sanctuary, constructed of oneself
An inner wealth, a quiet strength
Or in a community, a shared comfort
In the embrace of kindred care
Look out, reach out, let hands connect
No fear can destroy this tapestry
Because our spirits heal in this link
Until the very end, a haven was found
© daniel miltz
A sharpie--clutched in an iron fist.
Backed by barbed wire justice.
And noose-tight legislation.
Masked police… across the nation.
Surveillance towers.
And military powers.
Voices stifled.
Bayoneted rifles.
Distrust.
Fear.
Both--far and near.
A Republic—shattered.
Her people--battered.
Liberty--locked and chained.
A Constitution--so profaned.
Justice…locked neath bureaucratic bars.
Political corruption--leaving scars.
Across the land I once defended--
My heart is broken.
And unmended.
Urhobo, Oma r’ode
(Urhobo, child of the land)
Oghene r’ode vwe mu’gho
(God of the land, bless us)
Erhi r’ode no vwe r’ode
(The spirit of the land walks with the land)
Avo r’ode r’oro vwo
(Ancestors of the land, speak)
Oma r’ode vwo kpe kpe
(Children of the land, gather in peace)
Ejo r’ode vwo godo godo
(Wisdom of the land flows like a river)
Okpako r’ode vwo r’ume
(Elders of the land, teach us)
Ivie r’ode vwo je se
(Royalty of the land, shine on us)
Ughere r’ode vwo se vwo
(The strength of the land makes us whole)
Avo r’ode no r’ume kpo
(Ancestors of the land guide our steps)
Oma r’ode vwo j’oma
(Children of the land grow strong)
Eru vwo, kpe vwo, godo vwo
(Fear not, stand firm, walk boldly)
Akpo r’ode no r’ume
(The world of the land surrounds us)
Ogono r’ode no r’ume
(The beauty of the land surrounds us)
Orhoro vwo, vwo, vwo
(Life continues, continues, continues)
Oma r’ode vwo ghere
(Children of the land rejoice)
Urhobo vwo, vwo, vwo!
(Urhobo live, live, live!)
the fire spreads quickly
nothing can stand in its way
firemen are coming
Palestine, officially the State of Palestine. It is a country in West Asia. It is recognized by 147 of the UN's 193 member states.
Population: 5.5 million in Palestine (2023). More than 15 million in the world.
State of Palestine,
there are Palestinians,
Hamas part of them
The blistering sun sears the sand.
Time will create a desolate land.
It is what it is
and no mistaking
which no one can deny
by hiding or faking
but if we can
all agree to disagree
and let it be
one day things may
turn out favourably
but the situation currently
is not quite right
in fact it's completely
out of hand
around the world
throughout the land
an act of God is not enough
more than a miracle
is needed
for all mankind
but never heeded
by the powers that be
so now it's up to you and me
farms await bony hands of want
land thirsty for full bodied Love
what strength is needed to grow the maize
whilst shadows roam streets in haze
leaves like notes blow across ferocious Falls
how long can darkness juggle its balls
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balls of the clown are tired of work
calm Falls continue their crystal splash cries
shadows between trees rustle like hungry
beggars
maize aromas ripe fill air for inhalation
yellow Earth bursts fiery gore
hands of farmworkers touch Lushness of Lore
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Sleeping now is not so easy
Unlike nights of yesteryear
Pain evasive sleep maneuvers
Needed now from front to rear
This way to avoid that shoulder
That way to appease my back
Crosswise so my groin finds freedom
Tilted slightly toward the crack
That Sciatica will flare up
Should I not upend my knee
That’s just one side’s ‘Sleeping Sitcom”
What is to become of me
Don’t forget to fluff that pillow
Sinus drip means counting sheep
Plus a stiff neck’s sure to follow
One wrong doze into the deep
Slumber now is very tricky
That’s if I can sleep at all
Where’d I hide those ‘little helpers”
Sandman’s on an early call!
How can a place be no fairy
And no person either
The birds are gone for food
There are no seeds, no fruits
And no flowers blooming for hopes
I don't mind and need not a pity
In fact, I am indeed rattling happy
If this is a discarded land
It must be mine
Yesterday you lied
Yesterday you cried
Yesterday you wish you died
Today you sit
Today you quit
Today you have no wit
Tomorrow you keep
Tomorrow you weep
Tomorrow you may even leap
Take my hand
I insist
Don’t resist
Let’s persist
Together we’ll band
Together we’ll stand
Together we’ll never land
Remember as a child playing cards,
Go Fish?
A child's life and fishing go together,
dreaming about catching the big one.
How big is the big one?
At what age will they catch it?
Will it be from land or from a boat?
Yes a child will dream about the big one,
the big one being on the end of their fishing line.
One Day ~ Some Day.
Appears a mysterious land from far,
Dream of vermilion sky at mystic dawn
Prayers heard from boats on holy river,
Mythical chants floating in consciousness.
My birthplace - ancient city reminding
Of vedas and epics, saints and hermits,
A land of literature, poetry,
Music, art, picturesque architecture...
For thousands of years verses flow in air
land of Kalidasa and Valmiki.
Do we enter another land?
A land that we can't understand.
When we dream
People and places,
Different faces
Situations, ramifications
Strange, unknown.
Laughter, tears
Bravery and fear
When we dream,
Are shown
Dear ones, come to life again,
Sometimes in a dream
Clocks lose all sense of time,
In this surreal scene.
We become unconscious
For a little while
Entering a different land
That can be exciting or banal.
We do not choose to dream,
Would we if we could?
Is it a phenomenon?
Not to be understood.
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