Long Animosity Poems
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The impact of a racist riot on a community is often exacerbated by recidivism—not just in terms of individual re-offending, but in the repetition of systemic violence and the cycle of trauma it inflicts on the masses. When these events occur, they are rarely isolated incidents; they are often the result of recurring patterns of unchecked prejudice and failed intervention.
For the public, this cycle creates a sense of perpetual instability. When the same ideologies and actors resurface to incite violence, it undermines social cohesion and signals that previous lessons were not learned. Breaking this cycle of recidivism requires more than just short-term consequences; it demands a collective commitment to addressing the root causes of racial animosity to ensure these destructive patterns do not repeat.
I enter the room breathlessly,
Somehow anticipating that tonight will change everything.
I sit quietly among strangers lost in their own worlds.
Cell phones buzzing, coffee steaming.
We all glance at watches,
Even some that aren't wearing any.
The air is electric as everyone is keenly aware
That tonight has the power to change the world.
I know that my love has not arrived yet,
Although I have never met or talked to him before.
A tired looking woman beckons me from the back room
And robotically I answer her call.
And in another room full of people and chaos,
I immediately see HIM.
He is perfect, though not at all what I expected.
Our eyes lock briefly, I smile and wave.
I'm wishing I had a mirror and had taken the time to "freshen up."
Other women in the room are as obsessed with him as I am.
I grab the barrette from my hair,
And like every ingenue I've ever seen on TV, I shake loose my curls coquettishly.
I think I have caught his eye, but suddenly his entourage rushes him from the room.
My heart slows a bit and I feel the color draining from my face.
Someone is holding my arm, sensing my weakness.
"He'll be back in a minute, why don't you sit down?"
I sit and for the first time, I notice HER.
Glowing, happy, giggling . . . the center of everyone's attention.
And the game just became REAL!
For it is she who stole my last love.
We make small talk, pretending no animosity exists.
Until a door opens, and HE is back.
New clothes, blue to match his eyes,
And I can't keep a little gasp from escaping my lips.
Of course, he flies right into the arms of my nemesis.
I move in, touching his arm, briefly holding his hand.
Even brazenly stroking his dark curls when SHE looks away.
And I see him respond -- glances in my direction, guarded smiles.
I am lost in a world where only he and I exist.
The room and everyone in it disappears and the two of us are floating away.
Without warning, I realize she must have seen our exchange.
And the room and everyone in it comes back into focus.
I look at my nemesis. She looks back at me.
"Would you like to hold him?" she says, seemingly without guile.
I cannot help myself. "YES!" I say, a little too quickly and loudly.
Unselfishly, my daughter-in-law gives him up. At last, my newborn grandson and I can start our love story.
7/14/2015
I honour them like I honour freedom, liberations,
They were guests to this earth just like anyone,
They had their own individual desires and ambitions,
But gathered up determination and gathered their sum.
They were guests to this earth just like anyone,
No god, alien or talking plant said they had to fight,
But gathered up determination and gathered their sum,
And wielded such power in the dead of night.
No god, alien or talking plant said they had to fight,
They came of their own accord, were anomalies,
And wielded such power in the dead of night,
Power was from inside their hearts and their families,
They came of their own accord, were anomalies,
Still frightened by the ferocity of the enemy,
Power was from inside their hearts and their families,
Against being picked they had no animosity.
Still frightened by the ferocity of the enemy,
They listened to their lessons, lectures and trainers,
Against being picked they had no animosity,
But got stuck into maths and engineering, their wars.
They listened to their lessons, lectures and trainers,
They asked courageously when they didn’t know the answers,
But got stuck into maths and engineering, their wars,
Knowing that the greater war depended on such matters.
They asked courageously when they didn’t know the answers,
Humility was their way in order to emerge superior,
Knowing that the greater war depended on such matters,
And they took to climbing up, they couldn’t have been wearier.
Humility was their way in order to emerge superior,
Their interior was fragmented sometimes, but they learnt,
And they took to climbing up, they couldn’t have been wearier,
The future of the realm depended on what was to them current.
Their interior was fragmented sometimes, but they learnt,
They had their own individual desires and ambitions,
The future of the realm depended on what was to them current,
I honour them like I honour freedom, liberations.
22nd March 2016
Restlessness is proof
that something is wrong,
never talk to a gloomy moon
from the lowest roof;
go outside and join a throng,
don't inflate your balloon!
Suspicion can be jealousy,
another incurable malady;
no, don't try to hurt me more deeply:
revenge is none other than animosity!
Why don't you seek reconciliation
and put an end to your hostility?
Why do you think I am your enemy?
Spreading lies incites retribution!
Suspicion can be jealousy,
damn, it burns indefinitely;
until all harm is unfairly done,
until anger boils in someone!
Stop infuriating me, stop stalking me;
none of your accusations are true,
they twist your guts without a clue...
I'm not a puppet, don't shake my tree!
It's through our wrong choices
And hearts miss desires
We don't talk right, we sin
We won't eat right, we sin
We don't love right we're lusting we sin
And we're disobedient to our parents and elder kin
We just dirty
We're unworthy
wrong choices
miss desires
We sin
forgive me, forgive us O' God
Ungrateful loud and shouts voices
Ill feelings trauma parts
It's through our wrong choices
Through our loud disrespectful voices
We don't talk right, we cuss,
We don't eat right, hypertension and diabetes
We don't love right, animosity and hatred
We sin
We sin
We sin
forgive me, forgive us O' God
To God our parents ourselves and country and....
And we're disobedient to our parents and elder kin
We just dirty
We're unworthy
wrong choices
miss desires
We sin
Forgive me Lord
Forgive them
Make me
Make us whole again
Let your mercies grace
Shine on our face
We sin
forgive me, forgive us O' God
Save me
Save me, save us
We're free, I'm free...
AMEN
On my list
Are my wishes.
No fear.
Of the virus
Instead, spreading love,
End all the animosity,
Amongst us.
To breathe free.
Without masks.
Hug friends and family.
Be happy.
Hear Mariah Carey,
On the radio.
Sing a Christmas carol.
To enter any shop,
Without a vaccine passport.
Greet every stranger,
Not to fear you’re in danger.
Because years ago,
A baby was born.
In a manger.
He came from above,
To bless us with love.
To all my dear readers,
A blessed Merry Christmas.
I woke up, the dream was better then the world. The dream was just a nightmare. But the world really is a dark clown circus. A punchline in an unfunny joke. People say they want love but won't give up their own animosity.
One minute they're fighting, then another minute, and another. They're always fighting. They act like clowns hoping other people will laugh alongside them. But what they did wasn't funny. People have died and they still think it's a joke.
Some of the clowns think the most important part of the show is the blue ring, some think it's the red ring. But when they're both on fire only the tiger gets burned.
The clowns will always try show you an elephant in the room so you don't notice the tiger lives in a cage, or that it gets burned no matter which hoop it was forced through.
I want to leave the circus, but the clowns aren't having it. They push me back into a seat and continue with their jokes that really aren't funny. They tell me nobody can fill the big shoes. The shoes of a leader. Something about the lesser of two evils.
But I don't believe them. They're all twisting and shaping their own balloon animals thinking it's entertaining. Blowing them up, bigger and bigger, then someone gets popped. Half of them laugh and the other half cry. Over and over again.
I'm sick of this show. There's no such thing as a lesser evil. People just choose complicity when they get what they want, and the show goes on. I told you the punchline wasn't funny, and why I preferred the nightmare. Atleast in my dreams tomorrow might be different.
I hear there's a new show in town but no one is going. It's not a circus at all. Just a lone daredevil trying out altruism. There's no job for a clown, that's why they keep us at the circus instead. Keep us staring at the elephants, and hoping the tiger will be forced through the propper ring. Nobody cares about the tiger, so long as their paycheck arrives on time. The show is only full because it's full of sell outs. I can't believe so many people still think it's funny.
Little boy on the verge of manhood.
Anger and frustration.
Filled with animosity.
Thinks he know the true world;
Believes the lies and propaganda.
Never experienced real life.
Small town boy raging against a big nation.
Words spoken in a vacuum
Falling flat on the floor
Finding no air to waft
To listening ears.
Lashing out at fire, hitting nothing,
Feeding the fire in his mind.
Smoke rolls out as he speaks
And vanishes into the night.
Little boy coming into his own
Trying to find his way.
Needs a light in the night to guide him.
Fireflies sparkle and fade away.
The only light, the fire in his soul,
Fueled by half-truths and speculation.
Two towns not different
from each other and yet
they have become indelible
and their preciousness inestimable,
they are two thoughts of equal devotion;
on one I spent lively and spontaneous days
of my brief youth that was given to passion:
going to school, playing soccer in a distant field,
On the other, I rolled up my sleeves and worked hard.
Two towns with friendly people showing a frown
when faced with many hardships
and a few questionable rewards;
and that incited me to be a fervent dreamer,
someone who allowed imagination and dreams
create something beyond belief that shocked my peers.
I could have been a notorious painter,
or even an applauded composer,
but those aspirations vanished as fog at the arrival of dawn...
boarding an airplane, taking me far from my birthplace
while the Vietnam war raged on
and hippies sang songs of rebellion and peace,
and with drums and guitars, they rambled on
being deluded that freedom was won without arms and courage
by smoking weed and getting drunk: that didn't change their tune.
Two towns not different from each other
have remained engraved into a youngster's memory
and they can't be taken apart, or single out by animosity
having been stumbling blocks but also inspiring as well;
did I wish to leave my motherland and not tell
how tragic and how appalling was my farewell...
uncertain of a future not so brighter in color?
The cold rain falls soft and it blows your mind
The child inside her wept as silence crept to steal my life
I remain alone yet she assures me the past is dead
The Master hears but dosn't reply or say a word
The devil is feared by most my friends
But not by me those kind of tactical errors are what loses the fight
And the Creator blasts the world devastation is A-Class
Your now engaged in a crash course painful as it is
Violent storms appear lighting rips across the sky
The kindness is a reminder to those who stick to virtue
I never cursed you open your mind my heart is as cold as ice
My heart's bold but not openly better than all
As a feather falls gravity is A sea saw battle
as the opposition falls back
slash the animosity the hate and all between
Greatness is an imaginary line i don't care to cross
As I bear it all but not alone
these tripple threats come so close
to ripping heads off necks