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Let lines be drawn
Beyond my nerves
Make it unclear to the deaf-blind
This journey of slavery
And undue enrichment
This society and nature
Have yoked us with.
Should I, should I not
Is the daily soliloquy
Of a pregnant Fela Kuti
Lest its made gone
Like the matriarch of the Kuti family.
Oh! silence is made a baton for political ambition
Watching the righteous go to rest
In an inglorious cave and
Enriching our common foes in their nests.
Let me cry
Please don't hold me back.
Where is righteousness,
The rule of law,
Fairness, and justice
A victim of theft
Must mobilize our black friends prior investigation
While one with no guilt must pay prior release.
What a society where truth is hidden
With massive celebration of falsehood
Let me groan without holding back
Our wives are becoming widows
And children fatherless
Yet a mouth to voice out
Is silent for fear of death or ambition.
Where is a place of refuge?
The house of God?
Donate your way to remission, the message 'from God' is.
The Judiciary?
There, the cause list is bigger than the court.
The two be the last hope of the masses
But fail to scratch our backs.
We need help
Yes, one which is based on collective decisions.
Arise oh compatriots
The next generation is calling
Please and please obey
In order to have a better generation.
©? olorunleke Olorode.
Imagine if seeds of trees hatched to Tree-lings.
Seedlings with two trunk legs and root feet
Bodies like humans covered in bark
Arm branches with finger shoots and leaves
Head with eyes, nose, ears and mouth
Like those cut into tree trunks eons ago.
Meet the Ents, pre-tree creatures,
Half-man, half-tree, destined to mature into trees.
When they are about two-score rings old and more
Their tired trunks grow roots
And Ents lose their human-like features and become just trees.
Ents can walk to establish new Ent colonies.
Ent armies can mobilize and fight against loggers
Who want to hack down their grand parents the trees.
You can stroll with an Ent on long walks through the forest
To hear their wonderful stories and legends.
Ents can talk and sing their arbor songs.
They also have ears and can hear what you say to them.
So you can talk to the trees, give them a hug
And say how much you love them.
But watch out, as Ents can be very argumentative,
Especially about how the forests are being cleared and
Roads cut through their midst, and even global warming.
Ents are too big and messy with leaf drop to invite into your home.
But they love a picnic in the open.
They hate smoke, which they fear, and so barbecues are out.
They love going to the beach where they can dip their toes and trunks.
The mangroves taught them how to swim and they love to bathe and swim about,
In the cool seawater and play with the seaweed and kelp.
They float well, and love to jump in a river and get carried downstream in the current.
They love a game of ring-around-rosy and even a maypole game.
Ents are are also very good and gentle with kids.
They love to have kids climb and play in their branches.
They are avid experts at swinging and swirling kids around their trunks.
So next time you wander through a forest
Call out "Ent, Ents can You Hear Me?"
Gently tap on trunks as you go
And don't be surprised if you hear the leaves rustle
Or hear a grumble, and see Ent eyes pop open in slits in the bark.
Ents love a chat and hug and a cuddle, and a scratch in their bark
Even when they get lazy and get rooted to the ground.
The Ents are there, you just need to believe in them and find them.
Where did all the dandelions go?
Sometimes it isn't clear with these human fellows
Situations can be grey, not only black and yellow
We need them now, don't they know?
People seem to despise these little weeds
I happen to think they are pretty killer
It's tricky business though, to avoid the tiller
If they only knew, Oh Honey! this bee's got needs!
It really stings when they spray them down
Even though we strive to stay alive in our hive
It's spring and not all the flowers have arrived
So buzz off humans, this is our town
With our Queen in command, we rise!
Special unit, Nectar Collector Sector
You won't find us with your best insect prospector
When we mobilize upward to the skies
So we hover at antenna and prepare to fly
Calling all swarms, fall in and migrate
We're heading out, YOU attempt to pollinate
Bee warned humans, can't say we didn't try
Hope is light gathering in silence until it crystallizes. quote by poetess
Granddad’s Selectric waited in dusty silence, keeping the memory of words he did materialize.
Its keys once polished, now dulled by years, still guard the faith he refused to minimize.
As a child I listened beneath his desk, hearing letters lift like prayers my muse did recognize.
His hands moved with a pianist’s grace, shaping truth into lines no shadow could incise.
After he passed, I carried it attic-ward, a quiet procession where my childhood dream did die.
Each summer I climbed the attic ladder, dreaming of stories my imagination did fertilize.
Many years later I returned, the ladder moaning, heavy with mothballs, regret, and forgotten ties.
My flashlight found its silhouette waiting, a ghost-bright outline time could not neutralize.
I lifted the cover, hands on home keys, its faded letters whispering ‘don’t compromise.’
Something in me stirred awake, a long-kept dream beginning softly to rise.
The first keystroke jammed, the second struck true, ink warming and with hope did energize.
By the third paragraph, words unfurled through me, swift as breath my soul itself supplies.
I felt the years fall back like dust, as if the attic air had chosen me to baptiize.
that part of me that once believed in stories before fear taught my voice to downsize.
And in that hush I sensed a truth returning, an axiom no silence could disenfranchise:
In truth, hope patiently endures waiting for courage to mobilize.
Gifts we bury still remember us, calling softly for us, our dreams to reprise.
Even dust lit dreams can bloom when the heart dares to visualize.
Every story waits for its moment, every calling waits to revitalize.
Until at last, in the quiet glow, I let my long-kept hope fully crystallize.
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On the imaginary side of my brain, there's a picture of a copper coin. One side of this coin is about nothing, does nothing, and will never become anything more than it already is. Even if in a mobilized state, it will invariably remain in a straight line. Let's call it 'tails'. The 'tails' side will remain in a nothing state. It will never change in value nor usefulness. The other side of this coin is about something. Let's call it 'heads'. It will activate or mobilize only if some foreign force interacts with it. Moreover, the 'heads' side has the capability of being spent for something in exchange, increasing in value, or being utilized for various purposes, simply because it can interact and become sensitive to other entities. By definition, both sides would be 'inertia'. Perhaps you and I have met both types of people. That is, 'heads' people(the changeable) and 'tails' people(the unchangeable).
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Soul Full Medgar Evers
Justice fiery
The need to rise
Walk the unthinkable Earth
No Justice No Peace to emphasize
Voting Rights Act taken away
Jim Crow laws come back won’t be a give away
Civil Rights stance
The Supreme Court didn’t get it right
The country is now in a plight uptight
My Soul cannot rest
My Spirit will contest
It’s time for all minorities to wake up and come together
The nation was built on principles for “We the People”
Forefathers laid it out plain and simple
Voice of America, we can’t sit back and let our voting rights be taken
away
It is not ok
We can’t take it light
We need to fight
Mobilize in numbers
Together strong
Break the barriers that bind
Loud voices intertwine
Voting Rights Act made history
Turned into a diminished light into darkness
More than fact
Democracy track
All it’s worth that should be
I am the Ghost of Medgar Wiley Evers
My voice in fight
We will not continue to be uptight
Enough is enough
Fight, Fight and Fight
We shall overcome
Victory in our grasp.
Hastening t'ward the grayscale skies,
On gilded wings an angel flies.
While demons wail of their despise;
Hiss and moan, their sole reprise.
A lightning flash; the angel sighs
A rush of wind, and then she dies.
Oh, how the heavens agonize
And thunderously vocalize.
While in the mayhem devils rise
With beating drums to signalize
Their ill intent to terrorize
The broken hearts and reddened eyes
Whose cherub tears the Earth baptize.
But demon laughter amplifies
The vengeful thirst across the skies
And solemn, anguished seraph cries
The host of heaven unifies.
With swords aloft they mobilize
Their concourse as a vast sunrise
Whose flaming swords the clouds incise
And radiant light Earth pacifies.
Yet mankind fails to realize
Except the prudent and the wise
The storm is naught but a disguise,
Oh do you hear the old Magi’s
Verse for men which edifies?
Or listen to him rhapsodize
How from the light, the darkness flies
And from the rain, the sunlight dries?
Perhaps…he oversimplifies.
Echoing voices can be heard from Former President Obama, Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Medgar Wiley Evers and numerous other Afro American pioneers
It’s time to preserver
Mobilize in no fear
Stand America
Be Strong and Courageous
Pinnacle circumstance
Ironic situation
Battle cry
Civll Rights Armor on
Lift your voices in the rallying call
“We can’t stop and won’t be stopped”
Brothers and Sisters in the cause
Fist of power raised up determined.
Liberty and Freedom desired
Mission focus
We can’t turn back, but only reflect back
We kneel in asking God for our guidance
Forward being strong in onward
Turning for years struggle into victory
America’s continuation story
Faith moves mountains
Our climb full of endurance
Heaven’s guidance our assurance.
Our Forefathers before us gave a good fight
We must continue the action for today and way into the future
We can’t sit back and wonder
We must make change happen
Our lives came from before, and we are anecdote in the after
We are the multitudes
There cannot not be any Civil Rights conclude
Together we can bring America to soothe
No win or lose principle
Our forefathers want us to be determined to fulfill
Changing Hatred, Killings and non-acceptance of Race
Step out and continue the movement
All Races need to come together as one
One day our rise
Today to energize
The uplifted outcome
Together we must stand.
The pundits and talking heads
The chaterati classes
All assure us
That it can’t happen here
Fascism will never happen here
Our democratic system
Superior to all others
Check and balances
Power of the media
Will prevent fascism
From taking root
In the American soil
They laugh
And talk amongst themselves
And laugh some more
Convincing themselves
Meantime the darkness
Continues to descend
As our President becomes more erratic
And frankly shows signs of insanity
The fascists supporting him
Gather strength
And one day
They strike back
With furry
When the powers that be
Try to remove the President
He mobilizes his army
His army of deplorables
And they mobilize
And his fascist supporters
In the government
Demand law and order
And restoration of the Leader of the people
As they have started calling the President
He comes back into power
And demands
Unspecified emergency powers
And so, the cycle ends
And fascism wrapped inside a Christian flag
Comes to America
Full vengeance
As they take charge
And the chaterati classes
Are all arrested
The first to be rounded up
America has fallen
The media stars
All comply
The leader is great
America is great
And all who oppose him
Must be terror sympathizers
Or Tersymps for short
And deserve to be rounded up
Public protests are forbidden
Muslims must register
Atheists must be fired
Alt media is shut down
The internet is censored
And I weep
As I see the once great American nation
Descend into a fascist nightmare
And I wait for the midnight knock on the door
Knowing that I am on the list.
Knock Knock knock
Open up, it is homeland security……
We're born keyless.
Then given plastic keys to play with.
We earn our first key of responsibility.
To mobilize-to enter things.
To cage things-to abuse things.
Like a warden with a cluster of keys
letting the good out- keeping the bad ones in
or is it the other way around?
A steady stream of keys.
Like a bird-every key sings
,, especially the skeleton key.
Only a few keys are able to keep your secrets.
Eventually there is a chorus of keys
Most of mine(secrets) are silver or gold
Some are dirty, some are clean.
Only one of them is king
but none of them are green
We often lose them
Then a mad search commences,
Like a red-eyed druggie rooting for a quick fix,
We smile in relief when we find them,
Hugging them as if they were our children.
Keys grow old, become battered and bent
Some wriggle off the ring.
Every year we have fewer keys.
Keys are a lot like friends,
What a relief it must be to be keyless again.