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Jumping to Conclusions
(my reponse to the reporting of the latest Synagogue attack in Poway, CA)
By Franklin Price
4/28/2019
Jumping to conclusions
Is the mantra of the day
And hating one another
Is the dark that leads the way
Journalism takes advantage
Of the biases we feel
To control our ways of thinking
So we play the cards they deal
Religious or political
Nationality or creed
Sexuality or Racial
Are some biases they feed
Christians hate the Muslims
Muslims hate the Jews
The Parties hate each other
All of these are in the news
Depending who you listen to
As you follow all the news
I would bet they think as you do
And support your biased views
Things will not get better
'Til we open up our minds
And listen to the other side
With our heads from our behinds
Jumping to conclusions
Is not the way to go
The truth should be reported
Not the biases we know
However it goes, nobody knows
Whatever your belief
You as you are, and those afar
Through centuries of toil and grief
Hardships they solved, as they evolved
Bring us to date and time
The past is the past, today won't last
Opportunities pushed to the side
With flag unfurled, in a perfect world
Equality and freedom are one
With sword and shield, privileges yield
Then both become undone
Color or race, religion and mates
Must fight for what's legally theirs
Riches and waste, power and taste
Blindly turn from despair
Bitter and charred, Solutions come hard
Ignorance and greed are withstanding
Social issues, adroitly abused
Are solved with understanding
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Gunfire,
Shots.
Screams.
Bloodshed.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Except one -
The shooter,
Who - was - white
The victims,
DEAD,
All the victims -
Black.
The police,
Arrive,
Ten - twenty minutes late.
The excuse -
Traffic,
There was no traffic that day,
They lied -
They didn’t care that Black life had been taken away
They arrived late,
Red and Black,
It was an egregious attack -
What was worse,
The faces of the police -
Stone cold -
Devoid.
The shooter was spared,
He was white after all,
They didn’t shoot -
In their words it would be ‘un-called’ for
The shooter lived,
The shooter - acquitted,
Why?
He was white -
And the victims Black
But obviously the courts did not say that,
They said he was mentally unwell - had a panic attack,
That it would be unfair for them to criminalise that -
After all this was his first offense, so he can’t be that bad,
Oh, also he has a family which means they need him back
The victims families saddened,
But not surprised - as history shows this has already happened
One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of the low)
there's nowhere to go
so
between me and you, flee, be a refugee,
what's a poor girl to do?
It hurts..
Even more when I see my child getting killed
Even more when my black brother and sisters are killed
Even more when my peers in a movie theater are killed
Even more when my work colleagues are killed
Even more than discrimination..
It hurts,
When a mixture of people are killed simply for being who they are; gay, bisexual, straight, other...
And then it hurts even more when those we trust do nothing about it.
It hurts,
When mankind goes insane, and behave like predators killing in the name of a God.
It hurts to think that God is nothing, but love and happiness to us all,
yet people say they kill in thy name bringing pain globally!
Pray for Orlando and mankind!
This is war
Babies are being killed
No justice
For the innocents
Just injustice
No real peace
Deadly bombs
Blood painting the sad streets
Criminals
Are ubiquitous
Even in the sewers
Poor babies
Are summarily executed
What a shame
The truth is handcuffed
And shackled
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
North and South
No justice
West and East
There's no peace
And yes, no justice
In the deadly bloody streets
Civilians are killed
Elders are baffled
No cease fire
Stop the injustice
The devils
Are roaming the streets
Bombardments
Are ubiquitous
Where is God
In this brouhaha
Stop fooling
The whole universe
Stop the lies
No democracy
It doesn't rhyme
With evil
But hypocrisy
Does not rhyme
Either with Hell
Stolen land
Is not an award
A reward
Is complicated
The Nobel Prize
Is unwarranted
Yet, we want
Everlasting peace
By no means
By any means available
And unavailable
We want peace
Friendship and justice.
Copyright© February, 2024, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Our lives are consumed
With vice and pleasure
Self-absorbed with blinders
And avarice for treasure
The majority indifferent
To the plight of our parents
Or the generation before them
With their disciplined adherence
As medical technology
Prolongs our existence
A materialistic generation
Promotes political resistance
The diseases and conditions
Previously unnamed
Now have an aging
population restrained
Disadvantaged and exploited
They simply try to survive
While the rest of us carelessly
Go on with our lives
No opportunities to acquire
The means to sustain
Plus devaluation of the dollar
Leave them hungry and lame
They face the future like the past
Proud and undaunted
Their only dream left
Is to feel needed and wanted
October 16 2016
Nobody believes me!
We are killing ourselves and each
other everyday.
And no, we don't need a gun.
But, come on, they tell me,
Stop being a party pooper!
No, I won't get on the train of yours.
Anymore than "Old Sparky."
The train called "Technology Express"
Heading down all nations, ruining
brains, and bodies with no discrimination.
The engineer called WiFi infecting all.
It's not my responsibility to care for you!
that's up to your fascination.
But know please our government acts
without any moral discretion.
Technology effects blood, body and brains.
And~as long as the gov turns a profit,
to hell with us?
We have new toys.! Never a thought that
they harm us.
Googling it, won't say a thing, they
want to hear their cash cow ring
So to our ears the cell phone goes,
Planting tumors row by row.
Some in our breast, and sperm counts are falling.
And what do we do?
Of course, keep calling.
And sadly we ignore family and friends.
A face, a kiss, a warm embrace?
A text is just a text.
It's not a hug, but a curse.
With our eyes going to hell reading
backlit screens.
Even sex, online,with God knows who?
Welcome to the Technological Zoo.
Panagiota Romios
2/24/2019
PTSD…an invisible illness that people may not know,
An illness that anytime the victim could blow,
But nobody cares and compassion hasn’t show,
Because only few can understand….
Others discerned as if a contagious disease,
They try to mock the poor victims and they tease,
Cracking up is not an excuse for them to please,
Because only few can understand…
Who can tell that a person with PTSD is a monster?
Isn’t too harsh for you to judge them and better yet foster?
Why not listen to their sentiments to make them stronger?
…That’s because only few can understand…
You have no idea the agony and hell they’ve been through,
That in their entire life they’re fighting demons to drew,
Their angers killing them, but people never knew,
Because only few can understand…
You are not upright nor perfect for them to degrade,
Hence, you should help them and not to evade,
You shouldn't bully them like nobody or played,
Because I know, only few can understand…
An anchored statue
can no longer be a metaphor
for liberty;
like-wise neither can unbalanced scales
be a matching simile for justice—
and a cracked bell
whose sound has been eviscerated
will never ring out freedom.
Broken chains
dangling from the wrist cuffs
of outstretched hands
do not symbolize liberation;
and the split in the veil
fails to reveal the deception
in the utterance
of “We hold these truths to be…”
The metaphoric chorus of deceit
must be met like-wise
with the metaphoric chorus of truth
is the light—
which can’t be chiseled from stone.
True light can’t be forged
from furnace metals
teased in Dante-like flames…
the truth is the light
and the light of truth is
as the sun—everlasting.
We are people of light
and like its companion waters,
we’re people of blood…
lightning…thunder…
and must liberate ourselves
as such—opening
the minds’ eyes and ears
of our children
to the light…to the thunder…
and roaring liberation…
all raining down into freedom’s sea—
evaporating the (in) from injustice!
As is the sea…so must we be…
with eyes and ears
stayed on the prize—screaming
choruses of blood, sweat, and tears—
creating clouds of hope
that will let freedom rain down
in the light first spoken into existence
by Him who has never failed us.
Come let us name it…claim it…
collect it: our liberated humanity…
our precious God-given grace.