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BREAK THE WALL
The wall of differences that tore us apart,
Keeps standing in words of sightless and visionless minds.
As thick as the wall of our differences; resist the voice of colours.
roofs are leaking;
The wall of greed that invented our differences;
When broken, new wall of patriotism, will spiral- bound nations.
The walls of ancient values are falling and depreciating.
The wall between the rich and the poor gradually closing its gap,
As the roof leaked reports.
Break the walls, break the inequalities of colors on the walls,
All colors on the wall, spin story on eyes.
Break the wall of currency and build lasting wall of economy;
Break the wall of titles and retain honor.
Break the wall of rich and the poor; then, the economy will spin round quickly.
Erecting the wall of victimization; civilization stands no value.
Hands and voices are waiting to break the wall of ethnic divisions;
Wall of religion differences that spiral out tension and blood;
That makes our salubrious world horror of horrors.
Who dare to break the wall?
Either they that erected it or those that will never forget the pains.
The hands of the incarcerated and those who bore scars of marginalization are relentlessness.
The wall must be broken; either in peace or in blood.
Written by:
Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown
Slowly and slowly, slowly yet, steadily,
Mind and soul and body polish;
Optimistic; eyes opened, focused fully,
No mirages; paths straight, stylish;
Yet, not like the choir of scholars, evenly,
The unique oneness we relish!
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Goals ever new we'll establish;
Tasks our ancestors left done incompletely,
We'll take up and gladly finish;
Virtues and values handed over gently,
We shall care and soothe and nourish;
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Hills, and vales and seas so lavish;
We'll work tirelessly; accept tasks daringly,
No indolence our toils tarnish!
Summer or winter; Sun or shower; freshly,
Joys in our hearts always flourish!
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Vain vices vividly vanish;
Divisions of caste, creed, and ethnicity,
Will awfully soon diminish;
Hearts happy, spirits fresh, gently, serenely,
Breathe of purity we'll, now, wish;
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
Slowly and slowly, slowly, yet, steadily,
Human dignity we'll cherish!
Who's great? Who's small? None, of course, manifestly,
Inequalities relinquish!
Caring, sharing, we'll realize cheerfully,
Our new-heaven-new-earth wish-dish!
Slowly and slowly; slowly, yet, steadily,
Our mission we will accomplish!
10th May 2021
The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the death penalty stands on shaky moral ground and should be abolished for several compelling reasons.
Firstly, the irreversible nature of the death penalty is inherently flawed. In a justice system prone to human error, the risk of executing an innocent person is ever-present. Numerous cases worldwide have revealed wrongful convictions, highlighting the fallibility of judicial proceedings. Once a life is taken, there is no recourse for rectifying such a grievous mistake, perpetuating an irreversible injustice that stains the fabric of society.
Moreover, the death penalty undermines the fundamental value of human life. By sanctioning state-sanctioned killings, societies diminish the sanctity of life and condone violence as a means of resolving conflicts. Such a stance contradicts the principles of compassion, rehabilitation, and forgiveness, which should underpin any civilized society's legal framework.
Furthermore, the death penalty fails to achieve its purported goal of deterrence. Empirical evidence suggests that the threat of capital punishment does not significantly deter individuals from committing heinous crimes. Instead, socioeconomic factors, mental health issues, and systemic inequalities often drive criminal behavior. Investing in preventative measures, such as education, poverty alleviation, and mental health services, would yield more effective and humane solutions to reducing crime rates.
Critics argue that the death penalty provides closure to victims' families and serves as a form of retribution. However, vengeance should not be conflated with justice. Studies have shown that the prolonged legal processes and endless appeals associated with death penalty cases exacerbate the victims' families' trauma, prolonging their suffering rather than offering closure.
In conclusion, the abolition of the death penalty aligns with the principles of justice, compassion, and human rights. By rejecting this antiquated and morally dubious practice, societies can move towards a more enlightened and humane approach to criminal justice—one that prioritizes rehabilitation, reconciliation, and the inherent worth of every individual.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
Equations and inequalities,
algebra makes me feel stupid.
I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand.
lost in class, barely turned that in on time.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
So I drift into my own world.
But at least in my world, I'm not alone.
Algebra makes me feel stupid,
it's not my teacher's fault, but my own.
The problem is, I run on academic validation, more so than food or water,
so I sink.
pretend- and make them think
make them think I know what I am doing,
but I am on the brink.
the brink of failure.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once gifted, now barely scraping by.
once impressive
what makes me impressive?
certainly not my ability to solve complex algebraic expressions.
is it my ability to fake it?
to only raise my hand when I know the answer?
Is it too late?
is it too late to know the answers?
too late to say I don't understand and ask questions?
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once excelling in school, now regular.
It’s not that I am not afraid,
It’s just that I am not scared
We shall not overcome…
For the liberated sufferer
Knows that God defeats all evil:
Consummating victory…
And the only thing to be
Afraid of is that it may not be
Realized that there is no victory
Independent of faithful battle…
I’m not afraid, just scared
That some may forget that we are
Children of the Exodus…
Surviving heirs of those Ancestors
Who were welled acquainted
With suffering pandemonium
And that this present pandemic scare
Will be overcome…
And we can get back to the struggle
Against injustice promoting distancing
Social and economic inequalities
Spanning our ethnic and gender categories...
Woman,
She lassos her tongue around minds
creating space in these harden times
she licks at the wounds
she culls up the glass
a virescent glow that forever will last
She holds off the pain
with a sacred of verse
charged up to the plus
we shall all come immersed
Soapbox, chair, on front porch swings
talking of peace and inequalities
journeys and strength
barefoot she bleeds
not caring for her but others in need
A warrior for rights
a woman of might
hard to the core
but soft as moonlight
Truth emits from her lips
listen up as she pleads
not gone she is here
girl, woman, she, freed
I was born too late ... not far too late, but about seventeen years ...
Or so, for I have always been too old-fashioned, (In a romantic, true love
Sense), for the time period and era I grew up in. I knew this without question
At an early age ... books were some of my best friends, always, and I first
Read my favorite novel before my tenth birthday ... it was on the shelves
Of my dad's den, and the bright colors of the binding had always pulled at
Me ... so, one summer eve, I took it to the porch swing by the lake, and
Started. Oh, how it opened up a whole new world to me! An entrancing
World of exotic places and people and struggles! The settings and
Characters and relationships were so unlike my own, and unlike anything
I knew of ... it wove a hunger into my heart! A yearning to live in a bigger
World and experience its wonders ... it placed a seed of romance and
Charm and excitement, deep into my being, and more importantly,
Taught me the absurd inequalities of racism, at a time when my world
Was primarily one color. To this day it is my dream to make that
Wondrous place my home, and one day soon I intend to, (for real) ...
Transforming those lessons and dreams into a reality. Bless you and
Thank you, James A. Michener, for placing into my forever-romantic
And old-fashioned child's heart, those "Tales of the South Pacific" ...
I am forever grateful ... and ever changed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Life Lesson From A Favorite Novel" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
God made human beings into man and woman
And adorned them - gems into a gorgeous garden;
Never coloring them into white, black, or brown
His image, he poured into them, in-mold golden...
Humans created all casts, colors, creeds, and sects,
Filled the earth with injurious impurities;
Each looking another as suspicious objects,
Thus marring the beauty of God's priorities...
Realizing - sin against each one - ugliest
Human beings need to remove the filth in them;
Outlooks on persons and events must be honest,
Each human as precious as the Kohinoor gem...
When the law and the legal system is racist,
Who would citizens ever approach for justice?
Having not condemned the legal system fascist,
Could the system not ever care for the rustics?
People who oppressed are uniquely qualified,
Speak on behalf of other oppressed of the group;
Victims of racism and cruelties that abide,
Need exclusive interference of legal troupe...
And thus, may inequalities be wiped away,
May everywhere human cause and humanism thrive!
Everything that hinders human growth may give way,
To love, fraternity, and liberty to live...
11 July 2021
Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
A woman is expected of
A woman is mistreated in this society
A woman is held in contempt by the
government of this country.
Women have suffered all of these three
By convention, history and lies women
have suffered for simply being their kind
2024 you would expect so much more
than the prejudices and inequalities of
decades before.
But here we are - so enlightened are we?
We make women work more and more and
more when they have earned the right to
live comfortably free.
It’s madness when you see women scared
and homeless for no fault of there own - and
then blamed for for the reasons they find
themselves in need?
Women that deserve more than respect for
simply what they are and what they’ve been,
what they’ve given to our society!
The But yet they’re seen as an easy target for the
power and it’s greed.
They say that they’ve improved society for all
to see but the prejudice and inequality against
these women is alive and real.
It’s so very shameful to see indeed.
Sting waspi STING for women in need.
Oh, my wonderful;
You are my total beauty;
And yes you are ever-wonderful;
And I do appreciate ya;
for you see I'm in love wit you as you and I both love God
Such a mind as yours;
One that acknowledges God;
Not afraid to embrace;
Nor, to seek His face;
This and so much more;
This is why I love you girl…
Tenderly we pray together without inequalities…
for you see I'm in love wit you as you and I both love God
Engaging in truth and worship;
Embracing all that is Him;
In love we two, first with God then each other;
Also a love for our sisters and brothers;
for you see I'm in love wit you as you and I both love God
So as I hold your hands and heart;
Let us continue to embark;
In this relationship with God, together all this…
Needless to say I love you in the Lord’s way;
Thank you first for the fellowship;
Let us seal this relationship;
With a Thank you Lord
For all you’ve done and does
for you see I'm in love wit you as you and I both love God
9/1/2019
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©