Long Accountability Poems
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Self-Interrogation
by Odin Roark
How carefree the traipsing inward
Responsibly free
Charging capsules
Poured golden or clear liquid
As acceptable excuse
Yet once inside
Accountability rears its head
Or heads
Never doubt guilt’s pernicious way
Whether alone
Engaged in barstool profundity
Or slumped against an alley wall
Like a magnet to the tongue
One purges
One releases
Realities better left buried
Yet
Extrication involuntarily weeps
Yesterday’s measured and careful calculation
Now but a melted glacier of ill founded confidence
A flood that will ultimately evaporate
Or find an estuary of temporary repose
One’s next morning
Via aspirin or not
Consciousness relives
What might be remembered
As progress toward…
Perhaps
For others
The hours and minutes
Seconds and milliseconds
Will be counted
Come sundown,
One’s glass is full again
Such beings peer languidly
Through reflections
Swirling memories
Determined to sip tenuously
Wanting to merely understand
Must we fight and lash out at each other?
Spinning a blanket of ‘negativity’,
One that never comforts, with gaping holes
Must we carry on ‘blaming’ one side, then the other?
When both sides have done wrong
- Division growing deeper -
While corruption is out of control
Pulling strings all along, instigating…
- No Accountability -
Must we let it mold our minds?
Tell us what to think about the other side?
When it turns out being the person right next to you
- A fellow neighbor -
Slowly words, ‘Love thy neighbor’ are lost…
Destroyed, going, gone…
- As if blown away by the wind -
Heidi Sands
6/19/18
Death by misadventure.
That is sadly how
most Black lives
wrongfully and unnecessarily
lost at the hands of police officers
are written off these days.
It's become the new normal.
Yet another Black life
has been snuffed out
while in the custody
of White cops.
It all played out
in broad daylight.
People out on the street
watched one
committing murder.
Despite repeated pleas
from onlookers, he remains
heartlessly indifferent,
kneeling
on a black man's neck,
blocking his airway,
putting over 100 lbs of pressure
on his spinal cord!
Who does that?
A man of color is pleading
for his life...and air.
"I can't breathe!" "I can't breathe!"
Hmm, why does that sound familiar?
Meanwhile his back-ups
are standing around
doing nothing,
saying nothing;
obviously complicit
in George Floyd's murder
Their punishment?
Loss of employment.
That's it? Seriously!?
Sorry, Minneapolis
Accountability
doesn't go far enough here!
From the looks of it
you've diagnosed
and dismissed
this senseless loss
of an African-American life
as mere death by misadventure,
which is outrageous.
Those cops should be charged
with murder, Minneapolis!
It was murder.
You don't get away with it
just because
you wear a uniform,
just because
you've got connections,
just because
you're rich and powerful,
just because
you're Caucasian,
just because
you're Black.
Unjustified murder
is unjustified murder.
Their punishment must fit
their heinous crime.
Justice for George Floyd!
Justice for his grieving family!
Do more, Minneapolis!
Date written: 05/28/2020
The uk is guilty too
Stop hiding behind America
You were involved too
It's time for you to take the stand
Reveal the blood on your hands
Accountability is calling your name
America can't take all the blame
When it was them who followed your lead
Joining the slave trade from your influence
Don't hide behind black American history
When you have black history of your own
Centuries of history condensed all into one
In a textbook written in lies and cowardice
Erasure of pain that could testify against your guilt
History books written with whitewashed ink
Don't feign innocence
And don't feign guilt
Your plan to cower in the shadows
And try to run from what you did
Does not absolve you from blood spilt
When you were the ones who tipped the bucket
Your covert operations are not secret anymore
When the deeper we look the worse the horror
Of what our ancestors had to endure
An island of secrets yet to be explored
You can't keep hiding forever when they turn up on shore
From race riots to Bristol bus boycotts
The erasure of black soldiers
And the Bristol slave ports
The secrets you try to keep are in storage no more
Silence isn't your friend
It will hold you accountable
The many crimes you have committed against black people
Your ignorance will be your downfall
Your island maybe small compared to the rest of the world
But your crimes will be indicted in the court of law
Your punishment a cage with no doors
Since you like to hide history your freedom will be no more
I suppose it shouldn't come as such a terrible shock,
That each of us is allotted just so many ticks O' the clock.
The gifts of time and talent used well are our responsibility,
So at the end of life's bourne we can prove accountability!
Like the Biblical parable of the talents, we are abundantly blessed,
With very special opportunities and abilities to invest.
Being faithful and pressing on with resolute devotion,
Will result in showers of laurels and well-deserved promotion!
'Tis well to take time to admire the roses along the way,
And to tell your loved ones that you love them every day.
For the rights and aspirations of others, take a firm stand,
And offer to needy and helpless folks a compassionate hand.
The sands of time flow inexorably thro' life's hour glass.
Woefully, time can't be reimbursed and doth so quickly pass.
Alas, many folks have lived a life of pitiful disarray,
Having squandered their time and God-given talent away.
That dormant talent you're loath to use for feats great or small,
Could be used to accomplish little, rather than nothing at all.
Good use of time and talent to Him 'twill be observant,
And He can say of you, "Well done my good and faithful servant!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Skin broken cannot be repaired
Healing is possible but trauma stays their
Invisible to those with a privileged eye
Visible to those who still ache and cry
Skin will cover what the heart won't show
A pain felt by those who know
What it was like to be named ghetto
Time can heal but what if it don't
When the glue that holds isn't strong enough
Not through strength
But being constantly poked
By those who want the cracks to be loathed
Those who want the mirror of perfection to be uncloaked
To be released from insecurity invoked
So they aren't the only ones who are broken
Inferiority they won't accept
Partnered with jealous to remain 'perfect'
By colonisation and cultural theft
They can't be seen with any weakness
They wear their pride with their chest
Being less than black - the blueprint
Is something their fragile ego won't let happen
So instead their hatred is something they project
Because even though we are the foundation
They will claim the structure instead
To convince a world they are the architect
The ones who created the blueprint
When in reality it was us who birthed the project
Instead of accepting their jealous feelings
They decided accountability is something they couldn't associate with
They felt it would be more appropriate if history was whitewashed
OFFICER,
I dress in black because
colors don't work for me,
and I wear my mask in public
to keep my privacy.
There's no privacy in public
unless you make it clear,
so I lawfully create my own
whenever I'm out here.
I wear a body cam
so everything stays straight,
for truth, foe accountability,
for anyone I may face.
I've committed no crime
so my ID stays with me,
and I don't consent to searches or seizure
of my person or my property.
Thanks to Attorney Shield
my lawyer soon will be
right on my phone's screen
standing by to speak for me.
So Officer, respectfully,
Here's how I'd like to proceed:
Anything you have to say to me,
Please address to my attorney.
Don't SAY Verbal TO ME in
LOVE I LOVE YOU SHOW ME LOVE
Love is not what you say love is what you do
The truth of the matter is
You must say more than I love you
For my sister and my brother
If we truly love one another
Let's show our actions mean more than mere words
Don't say verbal to me in love
I LOVE YOU
show me how you love me
Your actions speak louder than words
Blessed brothers and sisters, children we from heaven;
Let us come together, be bold;
Our joyous hearts filled full with the breath of God;
Love is not what you say love is what you do (so full more than a voice)
The truth of the matter is
You must say more than I love you
For my sister and my brother
If we truly love one another
Let's show our actions mean more than mere words
God He won't let you down, I pray physically/spiritually He has me around;
In His presence purpose for His purpose;
For HIS glory may we share in His love
A heartfelt call to action love is more than words
Authenticity love is what you do
Action over words
Unity come together, be bold"
Divine love, breath of God
Trust God won't let you down
Purpose For His glory
Show me love emphasizes tangible expressions.
Actions speak louder accountability
Blessed brothers and sisters fosters unity
Keep shining God's love
Always
Hallelujah
11/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Inspiring scriptures:
1 John 3:18: "Love in deed and truth."
James 2:26: "Faith without works is dead."
Matthew 22:37-40: "Love your neighbor."
As democratic minds continue to work LeftBrain Yang-hard and strong,
yet resiliently paced,
and RightBrain Yin-smart,
flowing smooth,
resonantly graced,
Earth grows deeper and wider polypathic outcomes
restoring peace
by non-violently responding to past climate injustices,
Inviting patient good humor
despite wounded free-loaders stingy past
without sufficient faith in positive therapeutic investment.
Not begrudged investment in silent bad faith,
expecting only more negative Win/Lose compromises,
eventually devolving into economic
and ecological gridlock losses,
total eco- and ego-systemic stuckness,
personally and politically disempowered,
disengaged,
failing to thrive.
Deterring aggression is unlikely
to those investing in and with swords,
automated rifle associations,
marketing sales of fear-mongering weapons
and walls
and martial laws.
Deterring violent aggression is more likely
to those investing in and with redemptive WinWin compassion,
cooperative global health associations,
advocating and mentoring gospel communion experiences,
WinWin wealth of grace,
love,
compassion,
trust
as LeftBrain defined,
RightBrain refined,
by not LoseLose absence of health,
trust,
compassion,
grace under Win/Lose fire
of competitive Business As Capital Infested,
over-invested,
under-arrested
by webs of resilient cooperative ownership
management
governance
responsibility
healthy wealth accountability,
historical recountability
RealTalk,
in 4D LeftBrain YangSpace,
RightBrain wall-less webbing bilateral YinTime.
Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide
exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.
Obituary -
Despite havoc primate species did wreak
from the afterlife I figuratively speak
and applaud millennials whose peak
performance accorded courtesy
your token "aged hippie,"
mild mannered and meek
and long haired pencil necked geek,
whose disembodied spirit
now volunteers as Halloween sideshow freak
incorporating gallows humor tongue in cheek.