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Through the Dark Woods crooked pathways
Out beyond the crooked mile
Lived a Tinker who tended the crooked river dam
And He wore a crooked smile
He tinked til the wee hours of morning
Upon finest jewels of luster sheen
He tinked gold for crowns and bracelets
To be placed upon the Queen
Each day at noon he shut the rivers gates
To protect the palace in the valley low
Though he was a Master Tinker
He also cared for ebb and flow
He was paid a meager tuppence
For the many laborious hours he spent
He kept it in an old biscuit box
And never spent one cent
One day the Queen sent a messenger
A new tinker she had found
His services were hereby cancelled
His severence less than half a pound
A tinker's tear had fallen
From off his crooked brow
Left suddenly with a jobless future
There was only one action left for him now
Noon came upon the mountain
With the dam bursting at the seams
He opened every river gate
Creating raging torrents out of streams
He gazed down upon the valley
Where a Queen's palace once did stand
And thought, You can mess with this crooked tinker
Just don't mess with a tinker's dam
Once it was wrinkles that blemished me in your eyes:
Youthfulness alone met your taste in workers.
Now it's my humanness that you scorn
For the power and stamina of robots I lack.
Yet sneer not at my flesh and bones:
True, they make me weak in work
But from them comes my consumer's thirst
That keeps alive the world of work.
Hands by turns should work and shop--
That's the cycle that keeps shops afloat,
And it only endures while humans work.
Robots don't shop so their shops go bust:
Let them that sack us beware of this!
Today you're the force and we the fossil
But tomorrow we'll adapt and be the force.
In history's graveyard big bones abound:
Dinosaurs, mammoths, and mastodons--
Let big business beware!
We'll take the door that you show us
Out of your shop and into our homes
Where we worked for ages past.
Mark well where that door stands
For there your headstone too shall stand
When homes cluster and rise again
To be our place of bed and bread.
Thenceforth, home-branded goods alone we'll buy
And watch your robots go jobless!
A sweet day that'll be when tables turn
And present to you a thing to learn--
A thing about us whom you fired
From jobs where we were long mired
Unaware that in us dwelled power
To quit and our own world create.
Passion Wave
My tongue dares to taste
Craving a cold purified ice storm,
Trapped under a mountain of heat,
Yearning waters to cure this excessive hot weather waste
Prolonged periods that moves like a Slave
Jobless and still my body resides in a frigid lake of sweat
Brave to inhale and exhale the heat of this limbo loom.
Summer time means nothing to the gravity around
The drop of rays are killing me
One to many dry spells-
Worse than a bat out of hell
Can you feel, what I Feel?
At sea in my own body's drought.
Hot spells~ Dry wells!
What happen to cold spell?
**CACTUS TEXAS**
SERMONS IN MY NATIONS
Lucky are the elected,
For they shall have all chances,
To change the law and favour themselves,
To increase their pay and rob taxpayers.
Favoured are those with tribesmen at the top,
For they shall find no hindrance,
In any office they shall seek,
Neither shall they be jobless nor be job-seekers.
Great are those with power,
For no law shall be above them,
They shall kill or rob or justify the unjust,
And the law will always be on their side.
Happy are power owners,
For they will reap where they had not sown,
Through corruption and scandalous embezzlement,
Of the common man's hard earned funds.
The rest will just watch in silence.
Now I've been saved for bout 6 years now
and been what we "Street Poets" call "Spittin"
for bout Four, and still I get asked the question?
What's it all for... You see I don't know bout
your God but I know mine. And time is of the
essence to this underworld spirit
and I've learned just praying and
coming to church ain't enough
I gotta also live it
Jesus came to fulfill the promise
I'm just here to get it
and as a child who was made
in his image so will I take my
throne in that home we call Zion
I know my name rings bells in Heaven
as one of God's beloved icon's
I moved up in his ranks and
been labeled as a sergeant
but the world is watching so I get approached
with caution, even as we speak
the devils whispering
(They Ain't Listening To What You Talking)
Then I look back he almost had me
back in '06 I almost lost it
had suicidal thoughts cuz I was
broke, homeless, and jobless
but look at me now being a
servant of the great "I AM"
feel good don't it
So at the end of this poem
don't thank me thank God
I see you, giving me a standing
ovation in Heaven, this is my Epistle
To The Church
Sincerly Yourz,
Mr.Ross
They built robots to take all the jobs, to take all our work and our reason to carry on.
They should consider if they should build a person that could destroy all.
Just because you can, does not mean you should, for example if you kill and steal you may get the person's valuables, but it is still a crime, is it a crime to take all the jobs and leave millions without jobs and income.
Just because you can, does not mean you should.
Did the builder think about the humans, the ones that need jobs, the ones that are poor.
How much money will they pay each person, will we all live in the lap of luxury.
Will we all live in the woods, like animals trying to survive, while the robot builders live in the lap of luxury on an island.
What will become of the poor, of the jobless, of the ones that are without means.
Have the robot builders killed us all, will we become like an ant on the ground.
We are all waiting, all we hear is we should pay more and more to support things we get no benefit from.
Are we already like animals, treated with no regard, are we the ones that will serve and be living on the ground.
Are we now the lowest, are the robots the ones that will serve on the luxury islands to the rich, while we all starve and have become useless.
Every person in this world has a battle they are trying defeat
Behind the eyes is an untold story from everyone that you meet.
Quick to judge ready to condemn, this whole world is falling apart
You’re not the only one who is fighting a battle this whole world is being ripped apart.
The struggle is hard the pain is real it doesn’t matter what you’re going through
I’m shouting out not to one but to all, don’t fight this battle you’re in alone
When you’ve got people that will stand with you.
Homeless, jobless, there’s addiction and more, the loss of a loved one, everyone is at war
What about the soldiers who battled for us to be free
That live in a world that doesn’t give them the respect they deserve, can’t even get the help that they need
So many people just like you, fighting the same monsters that live inside their head
They can’t handle their own thoughts, feeling defeated, losing all reason to even get out of bed
There are people who will read these words on their pedestal as if these words do not pertain
You’re blind to the system, they’ve got you playing their game, you’re
Fighting battles for no reason, you don’t even know why, the system wants madness, but that’s all on you, choosing to believe all their lies
And as for those in the system full of power and greed still trying to climb the ladder to wherever that might be
Your fear should be greater for your battle is with God, I don’t know if there are support groups in the white house, but when you arrive,
The Devil will inform you when as he hands you his card
Everyone is fighting a battle cause the devil is on the prowl
He prays among the weak like our government is preying on us now.
You are not alone in whatever battle you are having to face,
If more people fought together, instead of being divided by stupidity, with all this bull of hatred and blaming it on race.
a nation of God, our blood is all the same color, quit fighting amongst ourselves and band together as brothers.
Don’t wait until your battle turns into an all-out war, please just speak out, you’re not alone
There are people that will help you through, you don’t have to battle a war all by yourself, you will always have people that will stand to fight any battle you struggle through.
He was a helping vessel,
Greatness was pertained in him,
Can't imagine himself about the possessive power,
At a tender age,he was pointed as naughty gazelle,
The entire neighbourhood took is capabilities to be a theme,
On wrong settings,...stayed under bower,
Called him to dad,..viewed her around bezel,
Quarter passed timely,when we got to swim,
Figurative collections stolen against Fowler,
His brother understood mums worth of no credential,
Number one was fake love,
Drained to beat over fears,
The family steamed up without essential,
Conflicts left dad at a club,
Early in their marriage everything stayed with no tears,
Day break served everyone with biracial,
When circles were drawn,...he asked how?
Bought heavy suits to take a snap,
Growing to be responsible,...
Jobless for five years on a lap,
In fact,number two made plain of reliable,
In college teachers held tightly what I kept as Map,
Directing every goal to success,...parable,
Counting parent steps,I drifted from a slab,
Brother chased his dreams under stable,
"Don't be left from Christ's cup",
It was mum speech craved in variable,
Digitized,number three showed the day I got married,
Things went well from no form,
Birds on wall,trees and enjoying a feed,
So proud,nature housed our casual uniform,
Drumming all over wifey,
Every toss got us to visit the grandparents of our children,
Grateful had set a family free,
Nervously,I met salvation not alone before when,
All was about glee,
Severance towards souls if will rend,
A vow day of a real style,I'm out of a money world.
I watched them took-off for their search for greener pastures
Adventurers with unclosed or unknown destinations
One thing was sure; they were going to cross the Mediterranean
Their determination overweighed the risk ahead of them
They were so desperate for a better life than their present conditions
Even like armless soldiers at war, they were ready to embark on their journey
These were all disgruntled youths from Africa
Their fingers of anger were all pointed at their leaders and governments
I watched them packed their loads, ready to face the unknown
Their faces proved disappointments from their fatherlands
In their minds, there was no better place than across the Mediterranean
These were jobless graduates from Africa
It was better to die in a strange land than live in a corrupt fatherland
These youths were running away from embezzlement and violation of human rights
But little did they know that all their dreams would be shattered in the Mediterranean Sea
I saw a group of frustrated mothers when the sad news stormed our land
Their dreams for a rich and better life had drowned in the Mediterranean
They cried with accusing fingers pointed at the government
Yet the government showed no compassion for her fallen compatriots
Neither did they express any pity for tears of these poor mothers
How I wished this injustice was rendered to them as well
But there was so little I could do by then
I heard outside on Christmas Eve
loud taps that brought me to my door.
They had so little time to leave!
And what was on our front porch floor?
I looked around at all the snow,
but there was not a soul in sight.
How swiftly they had had to go
to disappear into the night.
I reached down for a box I saw.
atop it was an envelop.
The box so big inspired my awe
and in me leapt a spark of hope.
My spouse was jobless, and that year
had been quite hard. Had someone known
of our bad luck and growing fear?
For in their gifts great love was shown.
They’d brought us money, that would pay
our bills that month and food to feed
our kids great meals on Christmas day.
God bless them for their gracious deed.
April 26, 2018 for the contest of Yazmin Malik