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Great Nation
How our eyes have since turned to you
Prayed for your magnificent and proud banner
Its promise of liberty and freedom
Equality for all within its great nation
The saviors who came to defended life with life
In the defense of our freedoms
How the world owed such a debt of honor
To the sacrifices made by such a courageous people
Those were the times of indomitable old glory
When liberties torch burned bright for the entire world to see
How then did this undoubted pride fall to paranoia and fear
In such a vast land so brave and so free
Did the foundations of the great nations dream
Then feel so rickety
Did they rest all to unsteadily
On the human slaughtered red native skins
Or slip on the blood black peoples backs of slavery
Perhaps all the empty barrels of whale oil sent you tumbling
Did they become a sickness in your heart
Branded by burning crosses and one time apartheid
Born of racial supremacy and the idiocy of ethnic hate
Or was it some fanaticism of a religious elite
Is it now birthed in the guns that roam your streets
Forgotten and hidden in the trash alleys of capitalism
Supped on by the poor quivering mouths of soup kitchens
Dieing on the lips of uneducated children
Sweating on the brows of three dollars an hour Mexicans
While your foot print was placed on the moon
Could the ***** celebrate under its boot
Can the Indian reclaim the land that was once theirs
Did you ever repay the debt that you owe them
Or just bury them beneath your foundations
Great Nation your voice once rang out to up lift the world
But now dies in the eyes of so many new drugs
Painting the lie of it all in a camera tricks celluloid
All glitter and glitz ticker tape parade antics
Great Nation how our eyes have since turned to you
Searching for every promise you made to the world
Now lost in the unseen barbed wire of defended boarders
It was such a vast land so brave and so free
How then did your undoubted pride fall to paranoia and fear
It was such a vast land so brave and so free
How did the foundations of such a great nations dream
Then feel so rickety
I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.
I was just a youngster then,
but, deep inside, I knew,
that with that act of violence
came the end of Xanadu.
My childhood innocense was gone
along with Camelot,
Pandora's box had opened wide
because of Oswald's shot.
Our world came tumbling down that day
an avalanche of evil,
it mowed us down, unstoppable
and crushed the souls of people.
The event was filmed and broadcast
and showed repeatedly,
until the images were burned
forever, indelibly.
The coal-black steed was riderless,
a boot in stirrup reversed,
the symbolism so powerful that,
to this day, it hurts.
And John-John with his little flag,
oh, how we ached with grief,
the look on Lyndon Johnson's face,
stunned with disbelief.
Our world received a lethal wound
still gaping to this day
and evil wrapped its tentacles
and many were lead astray.
Oswald shot on live TV!
The man who killed those nurses!
The Boston Strangler whistling,
the Devil loosed his curses.
Shots rang out from campus tower,
they slayed the Reverand King,
and then they killed poor Bobby,
he would never see the Spring.
But Spring would never be the same
once evil was unleashed,
gone were the days when we were safe,
our innocense was breeched.
Then wars broke out and haven't ceased
and millions have been killed,
and poisoned minds bring guns to school
and hearts are hatred-filled.
Innocents abducted,
babies raped and slain,
mothers drowning children,
the world has gone insane.
Don't turn to church to save your kids
so priests can then molest,
the Devil's even infested them,
he's made the church his nest.
Trust no one; lock your doors at night,
don't let your kids run free,
for evil has ensconced itself
and erased humanity.
Dear. mear president, I am a canadian citzen with a handful of concern, i listen to
music often being an obsessive compulsive individual (one that has gone
misdiagnosed for 13 years) and have found my first middle and last names to be
titles of songs, as with my birth day, month, and year, I have written letters to dr.
phil, Oprah, and Doctor Oz about my situation where i feel i have no human rights,
the right to my person, nor the right to do my civic duty without being penalised, i
word it in their letters that i have been tortured by malpractice, however mr
president, i have seen something on the internet that has upset me, the other day i
clicked a link on a site known as x- tube and saw what i thought was a boy ( a child)
being raped, not sure who to tell as canada does nothing to aid the resolution of
internet crimes, as i have been victom of many, phishing scams, and compromised
accounts, i left a link somewhere where i thought someone might notice it, ironicly,
no one did.
http://www.poetrypoem.com/forgetfulintentions
http://www.myspace.com/meaning_of_life69
http://www.youtube.com/imcallingjapan
im aware no one even knows what the military is doing anymore, 30 years of war,
you will find in one of my writings i have won the war, it is up to you to win the
battle, the day the world goes into the city streets to chant world peace this
summer, will make history, irregardless of what happens.
thanks for reading my letter, from a wartorn man whose grandfathers fought in
previous wars
Rosa Parks, sit proud,
Head high with no retreat,
Do not be forced to the back
This seat is more than just a seat,
Let them drag you to the jail
Mistreatment all the world can see,
Spirits stir, blood boils,
N.A.A.C.P.
Dr. King, Dr. King!
Tell the world about your dream,
Preach of togetherness
as the ignorant still scream,
Non violence is the movement
Serenity could end the strife,
But a man moved by malice
Picked up a gun and took your life,
Who's next? Malcolm X?
Another brother had to die,
Racists whites or Muslim mobsters?
Who killed you and why?
Was it because of your courage
Because you had the will to try?
By any means necessary
You preached an eye for an eye,
So many soldiers in the struggle
Who will not be coming back,
Loud voices and strong minded,
Dead before the Civil Rights Act,
Equality for us all,
Is a summary of the paper,
To all who paved the way
I want to thank you for your labor,
I thank many, and many thanks,
We are truly in your debts,
I breathe and write freely,
Focused to give you no regrets,
From the shackles on your ankles
Through the hundreds of years of drama,
Good or bad his term may be,
“Today” our President is named O'Bama
There was a world renown prophet EDGAR CAYCE was his name.
His sleeping predictions , brought this man to fame.
The only man ever known to predict while in a sleeping state.
The accuracy of his predictions was about 88.8 .
1877- 1945 was when he was alive.
He was a farmer, teacher, preacher, scholar.
He would lay down and fold his hands across his stomach
And close his eyes, into a deep meditation he would fly.
They asked him all sorts of questions while in this state
With the answers he would not hesitate.
He could speak to his grandfather who had passed away.
And with spirit children he did play.
He had been blessed with a gift so rare
That with the world he had to share.
10,000 topics he had covered.
But was known mostly for the cures
For sicknesses of all sorts
And the medications were all store bought.
Five main topics which he covered most
Came from the holy ghost
Health, dreams, psychic phenomena, spiritual growth
He spoke of philosophy and reincarnation
And the worlds future devastations.
He was a prophet beyond his time
And cures which this world had never seen
Goes into the pages of history.
From the blood stain
Like an effigy helpless in the street
Your history rise again
The marble consciences to meet
Every tragedy is a failure of omniscience
Telling the perfidy of our mortal sense
After the revolution had been gutted
By the silence for peace
I stared tear besotted
At the Tutsi long deceased
His mouth aloud in prayer
That this world did not hear
I too lost more than you that day
I lost faith in figures of similitude
Courage melt like ice on sunny day
And for nothing we give all away.
Let me live in world where alone
Your spirit dares the stony memory
Let me anathema to political thrones
From my garden grow your history.
For it was then Medea-Persia that
Scattered us like grains
And thought we were just bats
Blind and certain for one role
That by which the world knew its fear
And drove the old Dravidian dread
Before my little flower shed her tear
Before they left her crumpled, dead.
I rode a rocket past the moon,
I walked the face of Mars,
And when I tired of the Milky Way,
I took off for the stars:
Alpha Centuari -- Sirius--
Then on, through Galaxies
I rode my spaceship everywhere
--but only in my dreams.
For it was a world of atom bombs,
The Missile Crisis--the Berlin Wall--
Of immolated Buddhist monks
Who protested freedom's fall--
It was a world where spyplanes flew
Across uncharted skies,
and where, because of fear, we grew
to believe convenient lies.
"Not because it's easy,
but because it's hard," I heard --
John Kennedy sent the challenge out
-- and we acted on his word:
we built the world's best spaceship
with more than steel its frame,
not alone by mere technology
but fueled by an Eternal Flame
That illumined our dark tomorrows
and could not be forgot:
we built our spaceship with the blood
of the King of Camelot.
From ages dark of untrained minds
In the day of God and Man
The equal of inequality brought forth in separation
The souls of poverty and prosperity to stand.
Those of given need, builders of the richer comfort
The workers of society
Given to the ridicule of unworthiness
Placed within the fields of duplicity.
Here begins the ages of servitude
The new world slaves of fashion
Holy is the union of worker for trade
Blessed by the gods of religion.
Centuries vacillate in controvert mercy
Of slaves in body and mind
Markets grow in new world order
The rich no longer defined.
Into the new land America
The servants of every race
Servitude reigns new meaning
The freedom of life replaced.
Within this change in time
One race left to brave
As one more story of old
The last color of slave.
©By: Darren J McMurray
November 6, 2008
I am the love of a distant heart.
She is the blind ache within my soul.
Hear my plea and tend to my yearnings,
For just one kiss I'd give you my all.
The perfume of you....
The taste of you.....
Fills my mouth with the sweetest of sweets.
Each embrace intensifies
Every nerve within my body.
I worship you each time I made love to you.
Your beauty's radiance is entrapped in my mind.
I am void without the thought of you....
The powerful and passionate desire of you...
The obsession of you.
In the final analysis,
I learned to love you.
Enslaved in the joy and torture
Of your simulated heart.
Let the world know I once loved you.
Let the world know that I care.
For long I gaze upon the spectacle of a child
And did not comprehend my own heart blind
To the history that left men empty and defiled
Mark how he represents the landscaped mind
Rows and rows of green like wires or a fence
Soft as innocence, and a pink sky with a white
A cloud singly rolling by. There is a deep tense
In the knowing: purple printed dress, a tight
Face not showing the missing wilderness. Things
In a purple pocketbook perhaps, but not hidden
By clouds certainly, her rawhid mocassin brings
To boot the blue shadows of memory. Laden
Lines traverse her face with time's complexity
The umbrella perhaps extolling life's modernity
But she alone in her simple world bask in light
While her world from history takes its flight.