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Many fell in my charm, because in a few days,
Hundreds of people took me in their arms with many a happy face.
Nurses, doctors, clergymen, many men and women,
Hugged and cradled me as if I was for all men.
Now I shall speak of my days in the world;
Going chronologically so that all everything is called
To mind and seen as I see them myself.
If the heavenly realm and humanity is ready, then enjoy yourselves:
FIRST DAY:
The bells were tolling as I came in to the earth,
Ending at the twelfth stroke as i had said,
And heaved twelve times as I was cleaned by the doctor
On call to my home, who scrutinized my face with rigor:
T'was as if he did not believe I was a normal baby
And was just out to clarify his doubt. How searchy!
But..He had the right to believe so
For my arrival on earth was poor.
Normal babies cry to announce their arrival
On earth per se to join in human slavery as constitutional:
I merely kicked and furtively gazed through ajar eyes
At all who appeared, awaiting my cries.
Hundreds of people were soon in my home
TO welcome me because i had come
Strong and healthy, Strong and healthy;
At the time when the family was wealthy.
My earthly mother had been rushed to the hospital
Because of some impervious pains which grew so tall.
Soon there I followed to be lactated
Despite her failing health.
My earthly father was the Sheik of the Moslem Community
In the town. It was indeed a large periphery,
Out-growing those of other religions.
Sheik Modigbo was his name from tradition.
As the day grew old many people arrived
To behold the baby and touch it because much could be derived
From the first child and son of the Sheik of the Land.
Let them come and enjoy my great tan.
I was lactated and left to sleep in peace,
While earthly mum was cared for by a Miss;
A beautiful doctor who had caressed my face,
Setting everything burning in place.
My eyes were close as always and body still-
With the impression that I was asleep on the hill
Of peace and happiness.
How feignacious! What a distress!
At midnight I was asleep-
Gone to my real world so deep,
In the fabrics of the universe
Where stood the famed Mount Everest.
[TO CONTINUE..]
MLK recruited teens to march in demonstrations in Birmingham, AL. Due to ADULTS
would not be influenced to march by his speeches. Fire Water hoses were turned on
the disobedient teens at a high power that rolled them down streets and over cars,
tore their shirts off, while MLK Jr sat safe in jail, writing letters.
Twenty-four hours after his arrest, King was allowed to see local attorneys from the
SCLC. When Coretta Scott King did not hear from her husband, she called Walker,
and he suggested that she call President Kennedy directly.[48] Mrs. King was
recuperating at home after the birth of their fourth child when she received a call
from President Kennedy the Monday after the arrest. The president told her she could
expect a call from her husband soon. When Martin Luther King called his wife, their
conversation was brief and guarded; he correctly assumed that his phones were
tapped.[49] Several days later, Jacqueline Kennedy called Coretta Scott King to
express her concern for King while he was incarcerated.[18]
While in jail on April 16, King released his "Letter from Birmingham Jail", written on
the margins of a newspaper, scraps of paper given to him by a janitor, and later a
legal pad given by his SCLC attorneys. The letter responded to eight politically
moderate white clergymen who accused King of agitating local residents, and not
giving the incoming mayor a chance to make any changes. Bass suggested
that "Letter from Birmingham Jail" was pre-planned, as was every move King and his
associates made in Birmingham. The essay was a culmination of many of King's
ideas, which he had touched on in earlier writings.[50] King's arrest attracted
national attention, including that of corporate officers of retail chains with stores in
downtown Birmingham.
(I got his info. from wikepedia) I was not born until after his life ended--so I really
did not know anything about MLK Jr.. I thought this was interesting, his wife and
children were home. Others put themselves in danger for the cause.
Form:
THEY WOMAN IN THE VILLAGE HEARD OF WHAT WAS GOING ON. THEY WISH NOT TO ENCOURAGE SUCH ROUGE BEHAVIOR PROPOSED BY THE WARBIRD. SIFFRON SAID TO THE OTHERS, THE FEATHERS OF THE HOFFTINDALE SHALL DANCE TO MAKE THE WARBIRD SING, HE SHALL THEN BE THE AMBASSADOR THAT I WISH HIM TO BE. SHE ORDERED HER MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN TO BE CLEANED AND HAVE SCENT, AND WEAR THE FEATHERS OF PEACE, AND SPEAK TO THE SETTLERS. WHILE THE MEN SLEPT, THE WOMAN DRESSED AND WENT INTO THE SETTLEMENT, ASKING TO SPEAK TO THOSE WHO COULD FIND THE GOD'S OF THE STREAM. THEY WISH THE MEN NOT TO KNOW OF THEIR INVOLVEMENT WITH WHAT WILL BE NEGOTIATED. THEY TOLD THEM THE GODS HAD COMMANDED THEM TO HUNT WITHIN THE FENCE, AND TO TAKE THE STONES FROM THE WALL. ONE SETTLER TOLD THE PRICE OF A STEER, AND SAID IF ONE WOULD BE MISSED THEY'D HAVE TO PAY FOR IT, AND IF THE STONES FROM THE CREEK WERE REMOVED, THE NATIVES WOULD HAVE TO FIX IT. THEY GAVE THE SETTLERS THE PRICE OF A PRIZE BULL AND MADE A PLAN TO HAVE THE SETTLERS MAKE A DEAL TO FIX THE STONES IN THE WALL, ALL WHICH HAD NOT HAPPENED. THE WOMEN WERE TO GATHER THOSE WHO WOULD FIX THE WALL BY NEGOTIATING BEFORE THE HAPSTANCE. WELL DAYS LATER THE IMAGE REAPPEARED AND ORDERED A HUNT AND THE STONES REMOVED FROM THE WALL, A GROUP OF SETTLERS WATCHED FROM THE SHRUBS AND SAW WHAT THEY NATIVES SAW AND WERE AMAZED, THEY THEN SPOKE TO THEIR CLERGYMEN WHO TOLD THEM TO ALLOW THE HAPSTANCE TO HAPPEN, AND TAKE THE MONEY AND TRY TO GET FOLK AWARE MIGHT THEY HAVE TO FIX THE WALL.
DAYS LATER MUSKHAWK, PAINTED HIS FACE AND GRABBED A SPEAR AND WENT IT THE FENCE AND HUNTED A STEER, HE USED A HORSE TO REMOVE THE STEER. THIS WAS DOOONE AT THE EDGE OF NIGHT. WARBIRD COMMANDED THAT THREE STONES BE REMOVED FROM THE WALL, AND THE WATER GOD COULD DO THE REST HIMSELF IF HE WAS TRULY GOD. THE SETTLERS ALLOWED SUCH. AND WHEN THE DAMN HAD BROKE, THEY SPOKE NOTHING OF IT. FOR DAYS AND WEEKS AND THAN MONTHS AND YEARS WENT BY WITHOUT ANYONE SAYING A THING. UNTIL NOW!
I was born in the odds,
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas,
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath,
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,
A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier,
A race without consent
A badge of calumny,
Shot on the heels like Achilles,
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood,
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence,
Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile,
Childhood stolen,
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords,
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,
I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring,
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it,
A thousand bands of beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.
I was born there, buoyed by troubadour,
Somewhere in Africa,
My right are taken away from me,
Where laws are drafted by criminals,
Where the police pay themselves on the streets,
Where certificate are mere papers with payments,
I was born there ,
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness,
Somewhere in West Africa
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest,
Street boys kills to survive,
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton,
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious
I live there,
Where certificate is a document to escape,
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival,
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics,
bankers riding "Okada",
Amongst drug peddlers,
Amongst cultist,
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.
Undone
No problem
Dog gone
Grow solemn in Harlem, but think clean name bereft of blame game
Which advances your worthy cause
In form and substance
Required to insert a new clause
In the wake of a changed circumstance
Despite bites of June mornings
When blankets and layers of beddings warm
Bodies stuck in fast deteriorating dwellings
As protagonists and antagonists betray a lukewarm
Posture and you wander about
Asking why matters you deemed in place
Suddenly sprout
A disgrace in the face of the ace
Whose intervention from a distant past tear apart well laid plans
Articulated after delicate and exacting negotiations
To transport cargoes of unresolved bits and pieces in vans
Filled to the brim at filling stations where stallions
Revolted, cavorted and inverted
Dishes, pots, saucepans and kettles
Converted
Into nettles
That in the fullness of time
Shot to the surface to unleash horrors
Which opted to climb
Walls with crumbling masonry to spread terrors
That ripped apart the conference room
In which you pledged to renew wedding vows
When green monsters chose to zoom in and spread gloom and doom
In front and back rows
Where guests scampered to safety
Leaving behind snacks
Smashing the fragile property
With ice cold packs
That broke up the gathering
Scattering flower vases in all directions
When presiding clergymen decided the ring
Promoted insurrections
To postpone discussions to a later
Date agreed upon by stakeholders
Who made up their mind it was better
To save a clean name bereft of any blame game that only brought more shame.
Well when the need for more space
was mentioned, one fella spoke
and said our wives have chored and labored
and have seemed to be more
obedeaint, maybe we could build
a space were they can cook together
and make clothes together
leaving the chores to be sorted
out amongest them.
all agreed and built these places
they wanted this year
to end
with a place to celebrate together.
when winter came
the new places were
opened to
the women to sort and conspire.
night after night brawls between woman
came up across the little town.
a group of college aged men from
all walks of life desided
to not marry and they choose
secretly meet
and make pregant 37 women
who were aligned to women
they were to meet
by a creek and become pregant
29 became pregant and some of these women
were aligned to male freinds who were accussed and assumed to
be fathers.
well one day
rumors began ccircling.
some said the town clergy men had
been in consortment with goldminers who
smuggled gold from
mines far away.
and sea faring men who smuck into towns and sold
goods from ships and merchants.
It was beleived the Clergymen knew
the happens and keep
the secrets of these five year of Trulige in a box
he buried in the floor of his home.
It was said he drew a map in his bible.
and the ledger and lute was
buried 3 feet from the east window. Depth of four feet.
It was enclothed in a box
made of the roots
of a apple tree.
(Dictated in the final moments to her son)
(She speaks to her executionists in between her sentiments)
I smashed my bare knuckles upon your painted truths
“No, no visitors.”
Understanding the recklessness of your youth
I went to prison just so you wouldn’t go
“No, no H2O.”
You couldn’t take it, didn’t I tell you so?
At fourteen, you killed three, then gave me the gun
“No, no club soda.”
I put my fingers over yours, everyone
Knowing your sugar coatings would crack apart
“No, no clergymen.”
I covered all your explanations with my heart
I found rivers that held your tears of regret
“No, no family.”
Flowing like loans from someone like me, in debt
Many times I caught you before you hit ground
“No, no Mickey D’s.”
Supported you; every time you turned around
Whether right or wrong, I swore I’d pay the price
“No, no magazine.”
I defended you, I was your sacrifice
I saved you from a curse, of living peril
“No, no Psalms prayer.”
Dodging bullets from drive by gangs in feral
Hearts always have ability to forgive
“No, no cell phone calls.”
Whatever torture you chose, was mine to live
I forgive you, for not visiting, I swear
“No, I am guilty.”
Love your Mother, the final time, from “the Chair.”
Fiction
~~~~Submitted for the contest... "Love and Forgiveness” sponsored by Jim Fish~~~~
The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight
Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to the fire-breathing
dragons it was all but a game
No trees were left standing
and nay grasses retained green
it took three and a half years
for the streets to scrub clean
There was no building that
wasn't burnt to an absolute crisp
The laughing dragons noted down
another wondrous trip
All the churches did indeed receive
three hundred and thirty-three degrees
The poor clergymen were seen praying
whilst fallen down upon their knees
As the puissant dragons kept up their
ferocious attack, some pastors were heard
screaming for the good lord to come back
When the libraries burned down
it was such a terrible loss for the town
as the most intelligent of the peoples
were nowhere to be found
Then all the pubs and neon clubs were ravaged and wrecked
The fire-breathing dragons just said, "We don't give a feck."
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Plato
Politicians keep lying
Hate keeps breeding
Jets keep firing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Homes keep tumbling
Hope keeps crumbling
Time keeps ticking
Injustice keeps screaming
Funerals keep delaying
Peacemakers keep meeting
Media keeps shocking
Propaganda keeps faking
Tanks keep bombing
Earth keeps shaking
Fear keeps spreading
Soldiers keep fighting
Widows keep weeping
Sorrows keep growing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Tears keep flowing
Hunger keeps increasing
Journalists keep reporting
Poets keep writing
Music keeps playing
Teachers keep teaching
Clergymen keep praying
Preachers keep preaching
Protestors keep protesting
Faith keeps searching
Peace keeps fading
Ignorance keeps showing
Missiles keep shooting
Humanity keeps bleeding
World keeps sleeping
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Water! Water! The entire landscape submerged
Grave silence! Except the torrents swift and huge
Intimidating sights, plains and valleys merged
Rushing above the tops of roofs with a surge
Clergymen discoursed it the Almighty's curse
The end of epoch, predictors prophesied
Scientists explained it an eco inverse
Country folk acknowledged it ill-fate and cried
Swept by it the colonies of little birds
Corpses drained by the rapid gush of water
Crashed , ruinous, inexplicable for words
Haphazard the course of life by its slaughter
Debris and uprooted trees drained by the flows
Disfigured the pretty landscape of lush green
Distressing sights remained as heart rending woes
Destruction with all its diabolic spleen
Life becomes an endless and relentless fight.
By mingling, can't we make an adaptation?
Western and Indians' viewpoints may be right
But harming nature leads to degradation
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