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THE NEW MIDDLE PASSAGE…
Unlike ancestors,
with their shackles
chaining them to ships’
bellies and bowels---they
volunteered to be packed
like sardines; to be
rescued at sea
to be free of old tyranny---
happy for the new that awaits---
fortified in the future
by the cruel injustice of home.
Thus, armed with the weaponry
of steel faith, they chose
to challenge the sea to be free---
floating on the waves of hope---seeking
the possibility of a morsel of liberty.
What a pitiful irony---they paid for the journey
the ancestors had no choice in taking:
maybe one day---their children
will be able to pay---returning home willingly.
Or flag has turned upside down
In distress our nation's found
A one world order at liberties loss
Forgotten the soldiers that paid our freedoms cost
Burning parchments from the past
That held the wisdom of our founding fathers path
In God we trust has been forgot
Something must change
This has to stop
Warriors treated as criminals, cons
And terrorist talked to like leaders, Gods
Our Presidents a cowardly man
Eloquently twisting what is truth and forcing his demands
Executive orders
With all disregard
Brutally welding power against
The constitution and people he swore to protect
Given chance after chance to prove
His good intent and heart
Your all soon to be imprisoned and disarmed
Brainwashed armies
Forced to follow
Obeying orders
To kill the innocents
And fellow Americans
Out of control our National debt
It's time to stand
For what is left
Propaganda all around
Purposely staged to cause chaos and confound
Leaving our people in fear and dumbed down
Slowly they sell America's shores
Someday the enemy will come to collect
At our children's doors
Pushing hatred
We must make hast
Not falling for a disillusioned war
Between each race
Listen friends
Look the liars in the face
They wait, like a thief in the night
To inflict marshal law
For control of our life
Destruction and injustice for all
With honor we must answer the call
Clip the beasts talons
Cripple the demon, relinquishing its claws
Hinder the heathens
That desires to watch
America's fall.
Form:
Is there a time when friendship does not count,
Where bonds forged in war are callously
forgotten
Is now the time for their suffering to willfully
discount
As a passing blight, a chore ill-gotten?
Is desperation always someone else’s burden,
To be observed but ultimately ignored,
Their fate unclear, easier to draw that curtain
To an inconvenient truth only in words
deplored.
To politician’s promises are tenuous,
They matter only when there’s gain,
Integrity is often deemed too arduous,
Little caring for other’s strife and pain.
But to those of us who conflict shared,
Who know by name those left behind,
Fully aware of all they dared,
Our life with theirs lies intertwined.
What can we say, what can we do
This cruel injustice to make right,
But raise our voice, shout what is true,
Honor our debt, correct this blight.
Freedom, like truth, is far from being
a virgin; abused, raped, polluted and left
to whither, die and decay. But these two sisters
ape the wind, water, and soil of Mother Earth:
Eternals.
The wind may die down
but rises up stirringly.
Water evaporates only to become
more of what it was
to rain back down to the earth.
Soil manifested as sand, dirt, mud, or clods,
remains the fertile nourishing womb
and breasts of Mother Earth.
They may abuse, rape, and pollute wind, water,
and the soil; but they can’t destroy them.
They may abuse, rape, and pollute freedom
and truth; but they can’t destroy them.
Wind, water, soil, freedom and truth are eternal;
eternally on the move—pursuing redemptive being.
We are the children of the abused, raped,
and polluted people whom the children of injustice
have sought to destroy our truth and freedom
with the mendacious lies of their phallic story (history)
plundering our story (ourstory): their children
seeking to maintain the old manifest destiny.
Today, time longer than rope seeks to lynch the mind;
but truth and freedom dangle in the wind;
flow in the water and are rooted in the germinating soil
redemptive revelation: free your mind and you are.
Remember, we are also children of the wind, water,
and soil; the truth is the light and freedom is the fight!
If our ancestors, with so little, could survive plundering
rape of the Motherland, let us with so much, put a stop
to the same in the Fatherland—lest we are deemed virgins
in the struggle: useless drones in the village beehive.
IN AND OF DEMOCRACY AND EQUANIMITY
Indeed, “...we are a society in deep crisis:-”
Once more and again, we continue sitting
And daily standing by, in abject nemesis:
Seemingly unconcerned about the daily
Trials and tribulations of political injustice:-
Aren’t we supposed to be a nation of deemed democracy?!
If so, how can we sit and stand by and allow this political mockery
Of freedom, justice, and constitutional-granted equanimity?!
Now is the time, and the time is now,
For those of us in caring awareness,
To be about the peaceful labors of love,
Bringing back equity and its fairness:-
Let’s get to being able to truly sing again,
About a sweet land of freedom and liberty;
A land where true democracy is sustained,
And is reflected in its glorious equality.
We can and must become a nation of peace and love;
And a land that is truly the home of the brave and free:-
A nation with balanced scales of justice hanging high above,
And one that is molded in the practice of equity for all of humanity:-
WITH HOPE AND FAITH IN THE PROMISE
Like roaring rivers flowing under bordering bridges,
Cascading over, under, and around blocking stones,
So must we be as we continue to struggle
Along the freedom road to promise equanimity:-
As we encounter injustice’s walls of opposition,
Let us approach them as remnants of Jericho:
Their fate and destiny, victims of fortitude and integrity,
Of a people with eyes on the prize, plowing on to victory:-
As the millennial sojourn to true freedom continues,
Let’s not be dismayed by the new tactics of injustice,
Modern day political deceit is heaping upon us:
He of warriors, whose faith moved mountains:-
As we continue to plow rows of hope and fate in our sojourn,
Watering seedlings of liberation blooming in this day of struggle,
Let’s be mindful that we are children of the God of the oppressed:
Children promised to come and rule the world with His justice:-
After God created the earth
Man recreated it and called it civilization.
When God created the earth
He had put in Eden’s garden trees, waters, and animals.
When man recreated his world, he made
A smart city of machines, computers, and skyscrapers.
God created humans. Man created a humanoid.
God formed the earth from a void
Man’s civilization was built
From rocks, metals, and other compounds;
It looks very solid and attractive
But its foundation, unknown, was built of straws
Of greed, deception, and subjugation.
The same world that creates injustice
The same that decries it.
The same world that tempts man into crimes
The same that punishes him.
Civil lies are the fruits of the new world
Man has become wise, wiser than his Maker
He explores, possesses, and dominates the earth
All for his God complex, not to serve but himself.
Today, he has become the robot
Programmed to self-destruct.
The logic of his computer brain makes his life
More and more a labyrinth
His heart like steel machines
Running an insensate course of life.
The Creator sends showers, light, pure air
And His affection to renew the earth
And that man should preserve it and its fullness.
I woke up to the cataclysm and Apocalypse
Of nuclear power, poisonous emissions, rage,
And nature's disaster!
THE RIPPLED EFFECT
A doctor's failure lies in the grave,
A life lost, a soul from the cradle to crave.
A teacher's failure roams the street,
Uneducated minds, a future incomplete.
A lawyer's failure behind bars, rots in jail,
Injustice solely served, a life set to fail.
An engineer's failure crumbles to the ground,
Collapsed dreams, a structure unbound.
A chef's failure tastes bitter and bland,
A meal rejected breeds a hungry hand.
An artist's failure hangs on the wall,
A creation flawed, a vision to enthrall.
A leader's failure leaves a nation cold,
A people lost, frustrated & a future to mold.
A parent's failure echoes through time,
A child's regret, a heart that's not aligned.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 26th April, 2025.
"Acts of random kindness," is currently a catch phrased being promoted both on conventual as social media. Other popular phrase are, "neighbor helping neighbor, helping hands and we are all in this together." Sounds like it is popular today for secular culture to be following in the foot steps of Jesus Christ.
He told his faithful flowers to be kind and gentle to one another. His famous new commandment, "Love one another as I have first loved you." And, "Love you your neighbor as yourself." He instructed his followers to kind and generous to those in need.
Jesus Christ was against sexual, race and social barriers. Frequently running into conflict with both the religious and specular. He was a social revolutionary. He wanted to change the cultural norms of his day. And create a better and more humane society and world to live in. Would he believe in Black Lives Matter? Absolutely! He was very vocal about racial injustice in any form. Would he join peaceful protests! Absolutely and he would lead them himself.
Would he stop landlords from evicting widows and orphans? Of course he would. Would he forgive a man or a woman caught in the acts of adultery? Of course he would with the admonition.
"Woman where are your accusers? She replied no where at all. "Neither do I condemn you go and sin no more."
Jesus Christ not only had the power to heal people. He had the authority to forgive them as well. Frequently healing on the Jewish Sabbath Day. Jesus Christ committed several acts of random kindness contained in the four gospels of the Holy Bible. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I highly recommend reading the Bible for yourselves beginning with the gospel of John.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 12, 2020
They watched as the tentacles of the atomic industry spread.
A mycelium growth along the coastline.
Ever nearing the land beloved of Nicholson, a uniqueness being devoured.
False hope and promise.
and like the swans on the flooded mine, buried their heads, feeding on the scraps.
As Bank Head and Kirksanton suffered they slobbered, selective blindness to the cruelty.
The weak of the clutch removed from the nest.
It was their job to protect, to highlight the injustice.
But ever on they went dredging the depths, ignoring those whose plates were being stripped clean to feed them.
Profitting on the misery of others.
Those who took their words as true, left helpless.
The community that the poet exalted, different, deceived, and forever divided.
Pioneers betrayed.
Windscale, Calder Hall built by them yet kept at distance to preserve our place.
The poets castle restored on the “Unnecessary suffering”
Norman turns.
The shame.