Long Equality Poems
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...A recipe for dystopia,
like old Harrison Bergeron,
equality taken too far
is a symphony of the wrong.
The communists proved this quite well,
all their power could not make it work,
mankind is not made to be equal,
attempting it drives things berserk.
It is a far better idea
to try to make people more free,
this produces better effects
for the whole of society.
Freedom may mean different outcomes,
but as we’ve noted, that’s a good thing,
and freedom gives people the chance
to change what their future might bring.
You can screw up, time after time,
and still be free to try again.
for those who do strive to improve
success can be around the bend.
Freedom lets the people decide
what they life is even about,
money, family, serving a god,
whatever greater good you tout.
Freedom means you can take a chance
with some expectation of reward,
without this we would just stagnate,
still be running around with swords.
In fact freedom plus incentive
is why we have advanced at all,
if you’re not free to try and fail
then technology would’ve stalled.
If all folks had to be equal,
then why bother getting ahead?
Freedom to profit built this world,
there’s wisdom in what Adam Smith said.
Freedom means you can say all things,
not be limited to one line,
can you imagine the boredom
if we said the same things all the time?
Freedom gives you the chance to find
your potential, you own unique path.
Equality is an imposed state,
deviate and you will face wrath.
What person would want to live like that?
Subject themselves to such a hell?
Freedom is the only way to
ever realize your unique self.
So I think that it is safe to say
to the egalitarian urge,
known that your goal cannot exist,
no matter how much jealousy yearns.
We are not made to be the same,
the outcomes will always be skewed,
and that all of these differences
are the price you pay to be you.
The Founders knew it long ago,
that freedom beats equality,
and that most folks who think otherwise
would just lead us to tyranny.
Teaching
Learning is easy,
we sit back and watch.
It is a thing we think we do,
all our lives.
But it is not true.
We skate,
without doing the work,
without being seen,
as there is no reason
to believe
more is necessary.
Understanding the difference,
between living and dying is heartbreaking.
It wrenches the soul from its roots,
and throws it about.
Lack of it is costly, expensive,
brutal, carrying self-inflicted...
wounds seen and unseen.
"Sleep" is easy, until something changes.
Then the world is upside down.
Being prepared is a process,
of reading and understanding.
Freedom is the right to full information.
It is the right to not go along.
It is the right to tell others,
what you see, is not what you might get.
But the very idea of uncensored data,
poses the largest threat,
to their sovereignty.
So, they jab us with needles,
and pins till we cry out,
and scream about fairness,
about equality.
The truth is we are all the same.
Our blood is red like the sea... that kills.
We are alive because the Maker made us that way.
We breathe at His discretion.
Take heart the King is real!
Air Force general office
General document call
Wing general
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization
Urban Structure Inspection
Fail
Instruction to add
The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.
Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve
General Assembly
Before
Reconvening
Treasury
Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox
In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights. Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion
Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue
To the tuned laws legal availability
Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error
Democracy..
Starting with Democracy as the Light of our life as community and nation..
Democracy as Equality stands in our founding days..and point to the recognition
Of Who we are..These words..based in our Declaration..were followed by our
Constitution which was the first Limitation placed on our real Identity.
Democracy recognizes Equality as its substance..All are created equal..which
Is a stumbling block for those with a focus on the doings..the externals..which
Color our everyday lives..When the externals are found to be fleeting and illusory..
And the root of much suffering..There is a chance one might recognize Equality
As the Reality we are..Failing this recognition brings the history we have been
Taught in our schools..First the Constitution recognized these failings..Laws
Restrained lives which..living in desperation..quiet and not..so to allow a
Community known as a nation..The externals in the Constitutional beginning
Were extensive..slavery and women's status..were dark coverings of Democracy..
Our History has recorded the slow progress of removing some of these
Coverings..With setbacks..which offer lessons for the days we are now living..
If time stood still, paused the ceaseless chase,
If life were freed from each mundane, mad race,
Imagine kindness spanning every shore,
And hearts embracing all—feel rich or poor.
But wars ignite with fury, dark and deep,
With chemical, disease, and weapons that weep;
Our leaders hold us captive in their schemes,
While innocent souls shatter fragile dreams.
Yet peace and harmony could reign instead,
With love and laughter lifting every head;
A final dance beneath the twilight’s dome,
Where mercy finds its ever-lasting home.
If time stood still, a brighter dawn we’d see,
When hate dissolves and hope is bold and free;
Equality and kindness fill each place—
A gentler world for every creed and race.
Written by Mj Mankasingh Jan 4 2018
Breathing should be easy
Yet somehow it's the most difficult action
We shouldn't have to remind ourselves
Yet here we are
But what is the point when the world has its knees on our neck
Why fight a battle that strips us of our weapons
The expectations to submit
To actions unfit to complete
When either way our existence gets us killed
Scolded when we plead -
For human rights and equality
Peace was never an option
When survival is to watch us bleed
It's a familiar type of exhaustion
One my people know all to well
Where - we breathe and we die
Or we speak up and it's systemic suicide
Tensions suffocate the air
All we want from life is to be treated fair
Yet, atlas life is a never ending cycle -
For us, filled with chronic despair
It's hard to breathe when silence is the only option
When the words are there, but in the end we end up choking
It's always been this way, of cyclical hope then watch it slowly dissipate
Knowing we can't trust it, yet it clings to us for survival
One day maybe it'll be different story
Though let's not hold our breath
We still need it for our survival, Rome wasn't built in a day, we have to be realistic
I crossed the Mediterranean like those millions.
I am still held captive in their nightmares.
Some say I originate from a continent
that resembles an open-air dump.
I build myself within the concentration camps
that the West has exploited since the slave trade.
They hate my Africanity
but they are addicted to the riches of my ancestors' soil.
I fed on the trash cans of misery
so as not to prostitute myself on Western sidewalks.
These heirs of slave traders bombard Africa
in the name of democracy, human rights,
and Abrahamic obediences.
I am persecuted on every continent,
always a suspect to these insatiable cannibals.
I did not come to assimilate or integrate:
I have already been colonized, Frenchified, and Christianized.
If you do not love me, do not be a hypocrite to my face.
I will make you taste the horrors of Négritude
that I have carried for millennia.
I no longer prostrate myself before their God,
their saints, or their prophets.
I do not believe in their humanism
nor in their universalism.
I fight the negrophobia of imperialism every day.
They call me a parasite,
as if the centuries-old savage looting of Africa
were a mere utopia.
My people were trapped in the dungeons
of their Code Noir.
Before criticizing these scavengers,
I attended the school of the Republic
of the slave-trading Enlightenment.
I gleaned the diplomas of their alienation.
I will never be ashamed of being a pagan Sub-Saharan
who has read the Bible, the Quran, and the Torah.
I will never trust these preachers of hate
who sing the praises of liberty,
equality, and fraternity
over oceans of innocent blood.
My people are dehumanized
because they are still disunited.
I see imposters
desecrating Pan-Africanism
the moment they are tied
to Western pauperization.
I will never respect the borders
born from the balkanization
of the cradle of humanity.
My allegiance goes to Africa and not to the colonial outposts
of the Eldest Daughter of the Church.
I think of Africa every day
since I left that continent.
I wish for the revolutionary energy of the Sahel
To spread across all of Africa.
I dream that all the banana republics
of Françafrique
Transform into sanctuaries
of Pan-Africanism.
In the tapestry of time,
history became him.
He wrote of equality,
in the face of adversity.
He wrote of a diverse nation,
from the shackles of caste,
sought liberation.
He was hungry. He was
hungry and just wanted to
eat. He was lynched. He was
hungry and he was lynched.
A scholar, leader, visionary
so bright. Fighting for the
downtrodden, he showed his
might. His legacy stands with
drafting the Constitution. He
moved mountains with his
silent revolution.
In front of a Hindu temple.
The temple built on the
foundation of inclusivity
and tolerance. He was a
kid.
A sense of hope ran
across India. Hope for
a just and equal society.
A guiding light for the
rights of diversity, a
priority.
His name was Ishaq.
He was killed because he
took one banana from the
‘Prasad’. He was Muslim.
If he walked amongst us
in today’s realm, would
his heart weep, overwhelmed?
For the world he envisioned,
just and fair, is now polluted
by division, history stands
bare.
“I have lost everything,” says the
father. Ishaq, meaning love, lost
his life to hate. Hate so ingrained
that it does not let people breathe.
In the depths of pain and misery,
Where do we stand? Amidst the
crowd, do justice we demand?
So, tell me, this morose,
unforgiving night, do we seek the
dawn or wait for the unattainable
light?
The Unholy Trinity
The evil trinity of me, myself and I
And I myself and me
Is the all insufficient trinity
It's the nebbish and pusillanimous
And ept actions of the god
I have created in me
Being as one of three in wit
The brothers half, dim and nit
Don't be E-gypped
Out of all that you've been equipped
Bow your heart and mind
Not from a heart desperately wicked
Or a land that is wicked continually
But have hope in The Hope
Our eternal surety and security
And don't sing in the cacophony
Of the impersonal Allah or Brahman
But sing in the symphony
Of our God Who was, is and will always be
The Holy Trinity
Blessed be the equality of the Trinity
The first, middle and last Name
The Name that is complete
The God of perfect community
And is introducing us to each other
So that we may meet in our congregations
And in the Narthex of Eternity
So don't be idle with your idol
Walk with Jesus Who will sidle
The Deuteronomic Lord is One
The Father, Spirit and Son
From One John Five and Seven
The Shema hear it from Heaven
These Three Omnipotent agree in One
From Heaven to earth as it should be
Hear by Jove The Love
And the condescending Dove
One God in Three Persons The Trinity
The Unity, The Diversity in The Thrice
In the Ancient Trinity we have faith we believe
That faith, hope and love is what we receive
From Our God a God of every reprieve
It's not a tripod that can describe our God
It's not a tricycle called a bike
Or the yolk, the shell or the white
Even try as we might, there is nothing likened to God
God is unique, it is the this God of which we speak
There is enigma and mystery and wonder
As we see lightening, hear rain and the voice of Thunder
Love falls like rain
God's commands and compassion
Are His reign
Don't attempt to prevent
The Holy Spirit's irresistible strain
His efforts will not be deign
It is inescapable Grace
As we stand Coram Deo (before God's Face)
Let us worship "pro ton theon"
The Living God (Three in One)
I am innocent.
I will never plead guilty
For all the crimes against humanity that France and its colonialist accomplices
Have committed in the cradle of my ancestors for centuries.
The color of my skin is neither a crime nor a tragedy.
I do not have to justify being a human being.
I am a Sub-Saharan African.
I am a Bantu from Equatorial Africa,
Like all those Pygmies exhibited in wooden cages by this Christian and supposedly humanistic West.
What have I done to inherit the nightmares of Françafrique?
What have I done to flee misery on a land so rich, chained to the voracity of Western predators?
I will never sing the symphonies of submission
Upon the altar of servitude
To sanctify my humanity.
I do not have to submit to the Negrophobia of these supremacist savages.
I was born free on a land devastated by Western imperialism.
I grew up in one of the colonial wastelands
Of a France that is still slave-minded.
I built myself amid the savagery of a banana republic,
Worshipping the tyranny of alienated natives of Françafrique.
I have never feared death.
I lived in a dilapidated cemetery, lined with the living dead.
The scourges of misery shaped the coldness of my lucid soul.
I am the product of the colonial massacres
Of the slave-trading France of the Enlightenment in Africa.
I am the proof that the Republic of Human Rights
Has never treated Sub-Saharan Africans as free human beings.
I bear the indelible scars left by the independence fighters of Cameroon.
I will never be ashamed of being an African with melanin-filled skin,
Even if Marianne’s Negrophobic children call me a parasite,
While French multinationals brutally plunder the wealth of my continent.
I am an ambitious migrant,
An honorable undocumented immigrant,
A humanist Pan-Africanist,
A preacher of the saving values of liberty, equality, and fraternity.
I do not believe that democracy is the paradigm
Of Africa’s colonial trading posts.
I did not cross the Mediterranean
To become a prostitute for the criminal capitalism of the West.
The fascists of the Republic mock the thousands of African women
Who end up swallowed
By the deadly waters of the Mediterranean.