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America was reborn, and it learned a lot of lessons, like not everyone wants to carry its flag. Some even want to burn the American flag and replace it with their flag.
America was reborn, with lessons and blood and words that burned, making thoughts run like wildfire through the towns. It was kind of silly to think everyone had good intentions.
America was reborn and is always learning and growing to become a better place to live. We learned that some are happy living and giving, making no demands for change, some want to replace with a totally different kind of place, some want to dominate, and some ways are yet to be revealed by others.
Everyone should live in their happy place, maybe in the future, everyone should be given the same opportunity as the Native Americans and have their own everything, making for a happy place for everyone.
This might lead to a happier America, because others could have their own way of living.
America reborn is coming by the way we keep growing, it will lead us to another type of America, one we could never imagine.
America has always had change, making everything change, my friend told me when he was in public schools in about the 1960 he had to pick a verse out of bible and read it aloud. They did that every day.
When I was in school, we had to pledge to the American flag and to pray. This made me form habits of respect to the flag and to pray for positive results for issues.
America today has changed, making us have children who are growing up in times that are different.
Lifting prayers to God, that America will have a positive future.
Our Shame,
"PRESIDENT" & "LEADERS"
Full grown men,
old,
devoid of vision,
Lacking in wisdom,
wicked weaklings
protected by paltry paid gun men
great grandfathers,
unwilling to train Younger Leaders.
Untrained themselves in morals & reputation,
Liars,
Tired & fickle in frame,
feeble. opaque, lacking imagination,
These exalted clowns,
drawn from rickety defeated military,
All but a weak one from the creek.
Gangsters,
Elevated as Presidents,
or Governors and Leaders,
We are Trapped,
fooled by cynosure of degenerate,
immoral men, destinies robbers,
watching the drowning of a once rich Giant.
confined felon,
demented through age
rogues as Presidents, Senators, Governors,
Protected by corrupt Police
and a demystified compromised Army,
Oppressive DSS, Abusive servants of the masses,
robbing the future of unborn kids,
denying all in the midst of Plenty,
shaming us all.
We have no Leaders Yet.
None since 1960.
Profligate band of men,
overtaken by fraud & moral turpitude,
A merry-go-round by failures,
sixty Plus years after Muzungu,
Illiterates still in charge of our destinies,
Despised in Ghana
scorned in Zambia
Overtaken by Ethiopians
locked out by Botswana
Denied by Rwanda
disgraced in Libya
Mocked in South Africa
Bared in sane countries
where corruption is an indelible blot,
incarcerating the guilty away from sane men.
These crooked Old recycled Failures,
Destroyed, ruined and damaged destroying still.
unwilling to retire in their dishonour,
Killing, abusing and incarcerating Young men who dares tyranny.
A former Giant,
Now a Crawling Giant of Africa,
Beggarly borrowing amidst plenty.
Over two hundred million divided mass,
waiting for “godot” .
procrastinating liberty for fear and docility
A country of Countries Ruined by Military men
masquerading as democrats through tyranny
A Cancer in Africa.
As she was walking to a brand new school,
four strange men walked
with just her.
She didn't
know
why;
but she
had to be
so brave; showing
much courage, with one step after the next.
* The Problem We All Live With is a 1964 painting by Norman Rockwell. It is considered an iconic image of the Civil Rights Movement in the United States.It depicts Ruby Bridges, a six-year-old African-American girl, on her way to William Frantz Elementary School, an all-white public school, on November 14, 1960, during the New Orleans school desegregation crisis. Because of threats of violence against her, she is escorted by four deputy U.S. marshals; the painting is framed so that the marshals' heads are cropped at the shoulders.On the wall behind her are written the racial slur "" and the letters "KKK"; a smashed and splattered tomato thrown against the wall is also visible. The white protesters are not visible, as the viewer is looking at the scene from their point of view. The painting is oil on canvas and measures 36 inches (91 cm) high by 58 inches (150 cm) wide.
02/10/2021
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Sponsor: Eve Roper
Picture #1
"THE OTHER ONE"
You tried to demolish me
...I stood strong with
powerful arms and hips
I am the Beauty who cared nothing
about beauty, never played on it.
If you fall for the cover that is on you;
I am that book that needs to be read
Through and through.
I am not the one..
Never have been,even back then,
When women were told what to do.
I can only be ruled only by justice truth.
And I will fight courageously
I am Known for Bravery;
You tried to demolish me in 1960
Steadfast I stood with
Powerful hips and arms.
Strong constitution,
Easy going, sweet
Until you anger the (eye)
You'll quickly find the other side:
Another me.
Inside the Pit of my peach
is (Arsenic) "The sweetness
and meekness turned inside out
You will soon see,
I am not the one.
You cannot push anything
down my throat...and gloat.
Not without a chance of losing it!
You may not value your life,
but I value my own.
Yes, I will end your pitiful existence as
I climb back up on my throne.
I do not compromise,
Don't try me on for size
I fight ferociously;
Because you don't fight fair
I'll Put a death grip on your hair.
Then I'll pull your jacket
Over your head,
kick your behind so bad
“Make you wish you were dead”
I am not “The One” ....
I am... most graciously
"the other one”
Or you can call me
“the next one”
If by chance you get me
They’ll always be, another-
ONE to follow
Who like me
won't wallow or swallow.
Tomorrow there will be
Another one –
The other One and
“THE NEXT ONE”.
New Chapter, 600,000.07
When I was your age I walked sixty two miles to school and back
Because our horse was dead, or given only to my brothers.
We did not get to wear pants, even if our legs were red with frost.
Until 1960 when they finally let us wear them under dresses.
If we did not take them off at school we were whipped with belts.
We put MATHEMATICS at the top of arithmetic papers.
Math to you. We did not have pre-algebra until doctor’s college.
We would zoom around on dangerous motorcycles without helmets.
Daring the pavement or semis to kill us. They got some of us but not all.
No one thought to drink water. We had milk and soda pop.
Our druggist put cherry into our Coke, and we thought we were grown.
I read an Archie comic book a week, and paid for it with my money.
Money I earned babysitting or mowing lawns.
When I was your age everyone did not have a car or a TV set.
Everything on the TV set was in grayscale until 1964 in my world.
Uncle asked “What color is it?” When Dad told him we got a colored TV.
Underdog was the first cartoon I ever saw in color when I was your age.
I had chores, and I did them. I also knew to respect my elders.
I knew when adults were having a conversation, I had better get lost.
Did not get to watch some TV shows, and there was no TV in my room.
If I wanted to be entertained, I read Trixie Belden or Nancy Drew.
100ft. under the paving, 100f o into work.
Heat attacks via, boilers, stoves & grill.
Languages thrash & assail the ears,
Chilling the blood of the faint hearted.
Why do it? Fulfil artists quest?
Unpaid by the guests our two hours of stress,
Hours of prep functions of 100’s demand,
Bins of ‘turned’ spuds, sacks full of veg,
Work for the youngsters learning the trade,
Guided by elders experienced & skilled.
Stay alert for 'the orders'; answer "toute d’suite”
Ever aware of high standard’s demand.
Teamwork smooths edges, as tensions rise,
‘Tools’, armed for battle with soup, fish, or roasts.
Satisfying those titled, indulging & spoilt.
With training & practice, dexterity grows,
With passion helps the designs shine.
The gifts gained last us a lifetime,
For the staff & customers; ‘sometimes’.
The pay-back of skill's greater than pay.
Please, mister, take me back in time
To the 1960’s, so sublime
Loan me your machine that changes time
What is wrong, are you a Mime?
Please mister, take me to the days
When everyone was nice in all their ways.
Take me to the 60’s when we were all sunny and fun.
And everyone took care of all the children on the run.
Take me back to a time when everyone’s mom gave you a whack.
Take me back to the time when people cared if you drank from a paper sack.
Take me back to a time when the entire neighborhood was concerned about you, Mack.
Please mister, I am pleading with you, Let me get in your time machine and travel back.
Living close by the Coryndon Museum
(Nairobi National Museum, ca. 1960)
on Forest Road, Museum Hill,
(where The Queen Mother, she once waved to me)
entrance for kids was free
how well I remember it still.
There I met Mary Leakey
and where Louis Leakey
(unpaid curator)
requested reptiles of me as a lark
and they were soon to be
(ca. 1961)
denizens of the Nairobi Snake Park.
I stalked colourful chameleons,
several species even walked our washing line,
but that's not all
I collected and contributed anything and everything
that hopped, skipped, jumped or crawled.
October 1, 1-
960: a logic game
Seasoned with deceits.
October 1, 1-
960: When our freedom
Swallowed us, captive.
October 1, 1-
960: When the white folks
Left our Land with our freedom.
October 1, 1960:
Mercury of disgrace, Venus of captive.
How long have we awaited
You to come and lay
With 'Us' In the glowing chamber.
We fell for you. When dazed
With captive and a-thirst of 'Love'.
But you arrived with a gourd
And emptied on us fiend.
October 1, 1960,
Though not your fault,
But the wailing infant's,
Who despised the breast milk,
When her teeth were milk still.
Regarding her request
She was given a meat,
Though warned by her mother
Not to agitate for the folly act.
But she graciously enjambed her
Milk-teeth to the meat and it
Broke her teeth and wouldn't paved
For succeeding germination.
October 1, 1960:
Now her mother mocked
Her, weeping and gnashing her
Deteriorating blood-stained teeth.
And then i've we longed to
Chew(Be freed) but the lost teeth
Gets us fixated in indecision.
Yet, you can move on.
If your inhabitants reconcile
With unity. Biafra ignorants,
Southern jingoists, Eastern Sorcerers,
Western manipulators:
When a broom leaves his
Stead, any foe may get rid
Of him. But when he retain
His dignity among his folk.
Harm to him will be no harm.
October 1, 1-
960, Unite your folk
And your teeth will again grow.
17:09:28:11:25
The paths of bricks and stones surround my city life
Cold of winter could not touch me still on the Cheragi Hill
No smoldering or bonfire I need here to warm my skin
Less time I watch TV program, not fond of the world soccer
Last night I passed my time listening the great Nusrat Fateh Ali khan
This morning my sight is captivated by- “No more the football legend”
Golden days were in the evergreen leaf of football history
Magical legs ran on the green mid field for the FIFA cup
World cup of 1986 knew best this 10th number jersey magician
Astonished all were in his outstanding playing performance
One of the ever-greatest crown players of the world he was
Now staying rest in peace cause of the blocked coronary arteries
O God, let him live in Your merciful garden,
Let his eternal soul be the sign of Your peace
-26.11.2020 Chattogram
***Note***
Tribute to Diego Armando Maradona (October 30, 1960-November 25, 2020) was an Argentine professional football player and manager. Widely regarded as one of the greatest players of all time, he was one of the two joint winners of the FIFA Player of the 20th Century award.