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Testament

My father's abeng blew up my mother's womb
And I was chained there
Nine months in darkness drinking blood
Longing for my resurrection from the tomb
Longing to break the chains
Holding me before my birth to a carnal earth
Longing to stop him pounding
Pounding on the door of my bereft eternity
I carrying the weight of him already
The weight of them against the gravity
Of my life. My wings folded
Longing wield sword edge of flight against the sun
I burdened to undo what already is done
Have no finality here.

Look at me like an eagle flying in the sun
Blood dripping from my talons when the flight is done
O let me cleanse the world again
In the red flood that alters pain.

One day I was born screaming for a cause
I could not take kindly to tradition
Slapping black and blue a baby's **** ... laws
Must have been broken to beat the innocent
Unless it is a crime to come into this earth
To carry so much legacy
From maroon history to Jesus Christ, blacklisted
Like my my forebears: Shaka
Father of my grandfather's mother,
My other grandfather, Accompong warrior
Slain between the stones of Holland Estate and Mountain
Bridging the way for fleeing slaves
I come Cudjo less, Nanny less, merciless
Carrying on the war of generations
Calling no more for repatriation but reparation
Of human rights, human dignity, and racial sovereignty
Where Africa may find again its concord
Without false treaty and flimsy accord
Raping the Congo of natural resources and life
I come, the bushing through guinea grass
Tumbling kingdoms with wisdom and knife.
For this I was born, beaten at birth
Given resurrection from the night of earth.

My father sought to be civilize
Recite poems of Britannia's might and lies
And I, I was singing with the night
Reading a long history of pain to make write
Of my own proclamations, to declare
I shall not bend my knees, nor walk in fear
Where death measure us in dust
And vampires and conquistadores lust
For El Dorado buried in my disgust.
I am a man, and I will make my monument of truth
Upon the gravestone of the brute.


Premium Member For Our Childrens, Children

Hey, all you governments
Who sit on your ass
Do as your told
And do as we ask
 
Make this planet
The way it should
Follow my stanza's
Please intrude
 
People prepared to take a life
Should stay inside, out of sight
Never to shadow, our neighbourhoods again
Don't put them down, let our pains stain them
 
Paedophiles preying on our innocent kids
This is a parasite, that needs to be rid
How its done, we vote in people to say
For never again on our kids should they prey
 
The driver who's drunk, vehicle out of control
Never drive again, jail then parole
All cases taken, for their premeditated crime
Which will indicate their incarcerated time 
 
Corporate America, conglomerate feed
The want for the dollar, seed of greed
Countryside plundered for ore and wood
What was picturesque scenes, now raped and crude
 
The culture of guns from the Wild West
Has impregnated the thought, of a gun by the bed
Constitution allows the keep of a gun
Decades of mentality, blood run
 
The one to me that beggars belief
To invade others for out and out greed
The Invasion of Iraq, on the intelligence told
Weapons of Mass, the public sold
 
Saddam a tyrant like many others
Sit round the table, as their power smothers
There has to be ways to take them down
Without invading their cities and towns
 
So all you politicians, who work for us
Get out of your office, get on that bus
Campaign out there for what you know to be right
For we'll vote you in, and applaud your sight
 
Its not just for today, its for tomorrow and beyond
So come on governments, please respond
Pass the laws, with the White-house pen
If not for us
Our Children's, Children
 
" This just came to me as i was reading a comment by Kristin Reynolds,thank you "
Form: Rhyme

Don'T Push Bush

DON’T PUSH BUSH

Every ghost knows I am not that strong
Only faces on green know that I am usually wrong
Every predecessor knows that  I am too weak
And yet everyone listens whenever I speak

No one knows how I feel when I awake
As if every bone in my body yearns to simultaneously break
The days hurt my body, the night hurts my mind
Because if the truth be known it’s the blind leading the blind

I see millions of faces who depend on me and what I do
While Mrs. Jones weeps at her table as does Mr. Jones too
Junior Jones fought, he bled, and too many others are dead
While states are separated so some are blue and some are red

They hold sticks in front of me that send my voice across the sea
They hold press conferences, press releases but the pressures are just for me
Atlas has a lot in common with the weight which we  both share
And the news media is all over me even when I cut my hair

Millions are called upon to serve their country well
What they don’t know is I’m damned and this is worse than going to Hell
For lies are my agenda with red flags which no one ever sees
And it’s a heavy load to know that lives are the cost of my decrees

I stare out a window to see a homeless elderly widow
While every day takes whit  but only produces withering woe
The planes, the helicopters and the bombs they tote along
And as I said no one knows the fact that I am not that strong

So these are the facts which we’ve established thus far
Some want all out war while some only want to spar
I cry and lie, cheat and  betray every single resident
And that’s why  I should never have been elected president
               © 2011.….Poefree
me

The Freedom To Enjoy

Constantly criticized
The world is misinformed...
Let me tell you all about
what must be known.

A young boy, I was fearful
Confused by what I was,
by communication
Yet gifted with a talent
To observe
To see
To interpret...
Though I never thought much of it, 
I kept it in mind.

A dull life, still confused.
I simply refused 
to touch the taboos I'd been taught
A seemingly meaningless life,
though I felt something big coming on...

Then-
Finally.
I breathed it in
It took me high
Oh so high
Oh so very high
With time I learned
What I could do...
Oh the possibilities!
Thinking to myself, "what a dull life...so far."

Truth?
Truth....
Truth be told,
what i discovered was
the substance of exaggeration;
the highlighter of life.

With this in mind,
find moderation.
Teach not that one will fall victim
Teach not that consistency is wise
Moderation.

Everyone should have the right to satisfy
the occasional hunger for an exaggerated satisfaction.
Harm...what harm?
An anti-weapon, impossible to kill with.
With an emphasis on relaxation, satisfaction, and enlightenment.

I find it sad that the 
higher authorities misinform us.
Misinformation has gotten us nowhere.
So thank you congress,
Thank you FCC,
for keeping out of the general public
an experience we as humans have a right to.

Much like I was,
you are afraid.
Be not fearful of a more
peaceful and satisfying world,
rather, be ready for it.
We have had enough, and are rising.

Be not afraid, however.
We are merely saving you from yourselves.
Form:

Shirley Sherrod Blues

Shall I be silent while around me roars
Agony older than the night's darkness
Where wrath against innocency pours
Hunted only for God's milk of blackness

Listen to the baying fox, untethered hate
From primal jaws foaming: the hot chase
To villify, demonize, denounce, denigrate
And eradicate the ***** from honor's place

Shall be silent against this new madness
This churning xenophobic pyre of acid lies
This new Titanic of wasp loving happiness
Unclouding the old Babel at brim of skies?

Give me neither heart nor tongue if I stay
And quiver before the garrot of my race
Give me neither space nor legs to run away
From the incense in my blood for this place

I shall not let them lynch her alone, I will
Not allow their ancient demon to rise alone
And make new hells for us while I am still
The panther that dusky nights here enthrone.

The lynching ends and no boot licking clan
Or President will make the victim guilty feel
No apologies restore life to a quartered man
We are the intent of the new xenophobic zeal.

Remember her then, remember Shirley Sherrod
Remember her, my mother's daughter, my blood
For though your scorn leaps like lightning's rod
Be careful of the water, but wary of the flood.

I shall not be silent, nor shall I groan in pain
And tumble with the clanking chain. Mark this
My numbers now, and think fore you dare disdain
Our reasonable right to be and to co-exist.
Form: Verse


The Peoples Choice

Who would our forefathers vote for?
   Personally I don’t think there is a candidate who would meet their par.
We need a new direction alright but bringing the country down was not what I had in mind.
   And of all the millions of people in this country this is the best candidates we can find?
Have we become nothing more than sheep that have to be lead?
   End the bickering between the two parties, enough said?
Trying to divide the nation is what you are doing,
   Become a team and stop all the he said, she said and focus on the country and it’s   
   improving.
One party, one nation, one God with one goal,
   The betterment of mankind and the peaceful existence of all should be a major role.
America is struggling and all because the rich want more and more is greed,
   There is enough to go around but we must learn to not take more than we really need.
In the sixty years my Lord has granted me I have seen much change,
   But the things I see of late to me are very strange.
Like just basically overnight the sudden shortage of crude and the enormous profits these
oil companies make,
   I think we’ve been had and I believe most of our leaders are on the take.
Those that are caught with their hands in the cookie jar should have to pay,
   Make an example of them is what I say.
End it now and come down hard so others will know,
   They represent us and with integrity and honor they must show.
Form: Couplet

Dear Barrack Obama

If you wants me point of view
this will have to do
It just what I see

to Obama I make this statement
while you clean the pavement
just a note from me

I don't know why 
I didn't like ether guy
so I didn't vote you see

to a party I'm not dependent
I've always been Independent
free thinker I be

so senserly Obama
I didn't dis your mama
thats not who I be

and I didn't think it cool
when they talk of gene pool
you are a man to me

they called you a terroris
I thought it hilarious
you? na I can't see

I've known in my heart
I see you play the part
American is who you be

I know you know what's up
but sometimes you realy mess up
no one is perfect you see

they put money on the pedistal
when you talk of medical
for heath care for me

but our country is getting pour
so I know we can't a 4
I never have you see

I realy got depressed
when I had no business left
no bail out for me!

I don't mean to knock it
but without money in my pocket
I really wasn't happy

I don't have a chance
so with my empty pants 
pour I guess I'll be

do what you can
or I vote republican
no tie's for me

so when other's lie
just show me you try
do it where I can see

and nothing will compair
if you show me you care
and there'll be a vote from me!

by Capt. Mike
Form: Rhyme

A Ballade For the Ballance of Power

The politics, that politicians preach,
Are designed to do nothing more than sway
All of the voters to believe some speech.
Upon this gullibility, they prey.
Just like sprinklers, they are eager to spray
Quick witted quotes that show all of their quirks.
But, this is the phrase that they have to weigh,
"Prove to me that DEMOCRACY still works!"
They just prove to be the collective leech,
That tell voters "there is no other way!"
Though the power to change is in their reach,
They let the "chips" fall where ever they may,
Content to leave them where ever they lay;
Content to just keep on collecting perks.
But, voters proclaim, while the price they pay,
"Prove to me that DEMOCRACY still works!"
Their status is impossible to breech,
With no chance for hope, not even a ray.
It appears as if the status of each
Is permanently sculpted out of clay.
Their prized positions, where they choose to stay,
Are why they continue to look like jerks.
But, the people often beg, when they pray,
"Prove to me that DEMOCRACY still works!"
Commander lead us to a better day!
In the back of your mind, the truth still lurks,
Because you can still hear the people say,
"Prove to me that DEMOCRACY still works!"
Form: Ballade

My Name Is Kadafi

My name is Kadafi.

King of thieves and lord of tyrants. . 

I was born to rule and rut

Any attempt to topple my agbada will face red card,

In fact i shall eat such culprit alive as in the days of Idi Ami.

Tell those reptiles that we are not in Tuniz or

Pyramid were reptiles revolutions prevailed. 

See i have stubbornness flowing in my veins.

In this colony, i shall paint tripoly with blood, 

Build misrata with human skulls,

I shall empower your babies with ak47 as their toys, 

I shall feed your men with dynamites. 

I shall legalize rape, 

And i dare the International Cult of Mummu to call me for trial.

That’s the spirit of the africanus ! 

Although the vultures’ air strikes are causing brouhaha and

Comatose in my kingdom,howbeit,

Succumbing to church crusades is not in my blood even

If Lucifer was to do the preaching.

I was told my relative Osami was killed in pakinsha,

And that Gbogbo of kudivore was shown the way out,

But for me such approach won’t work because i am invincible…


                                                                                         
     AWOH KINGSLEY WORLD

Premium Member Buttering Toast For Everyone

The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds 
With the grey mist that rises 
From the creeks and gently rolling hills

I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised

Many politicians say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out

So how can we learn from this 
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action

Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body

Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day

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