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When I look back on this year, 2020, a year that has been insane
I’ll remember all the heartache…I’ll remember all the pain.
I’ll remember a country that, if not careful, is sealing its own fate
divided by its anger…its bigotry, its suspicions, lies and hate.
I’ll remember the wildfires in the west that scorched many a forest…and plain.
I’ll remember hurricanes in the east and south that flooded us with rain.
I’ll remember praying the rain from those hurricanes…
that eventually ran out of names
would miraculously move to the west coast and help extinguish all the flames.
I’ll remember praying that the tears we shed from the sorrow and sadness we create
would be enough to extinguish...the fires of our hate.
Of course we can’t control the weather…wildfires and hurricanes will always be our fate
but we can control the way we treat each other…we can control our hate.
When a wildfire or hurricane wreak havoc on our land…
immediately we begin repairs…
but when hatred destroys another’s life all we do is add our tears to theirs.
But 2020 is not over yet and in the world I’l like to see us create
when casting my ballot this November…I will not vote for hate!
I will not vote for fire…for prejudice…for duplicity and lies
I will not vote for dishonesty wearing righteousness as a disguise.
I don’t know what side of this division you are on…
but I’m tired of these wildfires of hate causing so much destruction…so much pain.
so when it comes to this election…I’ll be voting for the rain.
So when I look back on this year 2020…
I can say it was the year of our transcending.
a year I was saddened at the way it began…
but am happy with the ending.
Failure was taboo, in a world full of expectations
Success was a burden we were forced to carry,
And burnout was a truth mistaken for laziness
Perfection was a cursed pushed on to black children,
And yet when we exceed it still isn’t enough,
Rest was a heaven we were promised after death,
And life was a test of struggle to get there
White kids are allowed to be average,
And are rewarded with excellence
But us being called average was a privilege we never got
Instead we would be criticised for breathing the wrong way,
And if we complained, we were called a problem
The system was built to break us,
Education is just a trap to bait our reactions,
Excluding us from the conversation,
But complaining about our ‘silence’,
This a silent strategy of educational violence
They erase our history, then they erase our voice,
A system favoured by bias,
Means in the end we will never get a choice -
To have our say,
Or to make space for our excellence,
School was never about inclusion -
But to send a message to all black children
Stand up.
Speak up.
But -
When it comes to a Black person -
You -
Just shut up
It’s funny how -
When it comes to us needing help,
Selective mutism is your only way out.
We fight the big fights,
Play the role of superhero - day and night,
We are heroes without the capes,
And yet when we need support, you hide behind the drapes,
Every other race is given grace,
But when it comes to us, no matter what we do - we are called a disgrace
When a Black person needs protection,
They see our skin, and - accuse us of seeking attention,
When we practice our right of self defence,
We are accused of a criminal offence,
Seen as criminal, for standing our ground
Then we are seen as a danger to be around.
Stand up.
Speak up.
But not for a Black Person,
Stand up.
Speak up.
If you are not Black, they won't see you as criminally liable,
Stand up.
Speak up.
Not to defend us, just to label us criminals.
(sounds of a baby crying--waaaaaaaaaaaaaa waaaaaa waaaaaaa awaaaa)....
The world that we live in now is filled with so much corruption;
I believe today that we've on the eve of our own destruction;
What can I do, what shall I choose;
How much will I lose;
tossing to and for;
Nowhere to live no where to go;
This world is beautiful as you see there's no more hope for you or for me, you see;
the world may end today
but I also know that it may end tomorrow, tomorrow...
the world will end tomorrow;
the world will end tomorrow;
wooh ooh ooh
wooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh
Storms and rains;
Hurts, hunger, and pains;
All of these exchanges;
why must we hang;
Evilness prioritized, prejudice;
All of this makes me sick;
Spiritual ill gains;
People afraid of dying;
Grown men crying;
wooh ooh ooh
wooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh
The world will end tomorrow;
wooh ooh ooh;
The world will end tomorrow
Dropping of bombs, Beatles love songs;
Mans right, someone says that God is wrong;
I'm not the one with the knife;
Why can't little black boys in Georgia fly their kites;
This isn't right;
That ain't white;
Why must I relax;
It isn't black;
I'm your brother;
Even though we've gotten two different mothers;
wooh ooh ooh
wooh ooh ooh
The world will end tomorrow;
wooh ooh ooh;
The world will end tomorrow;
Storms and rains;
Hurts, hungry and pains;
All of these exchange;
Why must we hang;
What can I do what shall i choose;
How much will I lose;
Tossing to and fro;
Nowhere to live nor to go.;
This world is beautiful as you see;
There's no more hope for you or me;
You see
The world will end tomorrow
(From the 1974 LP/cassette by James Edward Lee (The World Will End Tomorrow) 7/1974
I
For long faulted as wicked causing pain,
And condemned as crooks of a cruel kind—
Old prejudice or heartless brain’s refrain,
Repeated ad nauseam a point to grind—
An error all the same of humankind,
Yet, thorns for sure, villains we never are,
Veil not Flowers your harsh front hid behind,
Thorns might have cruel look, but kindly core.
Your spring blossoms, Flowers, bestirred by breeze
Oft a caress steal at an early dawn,
Or take your youthful buds on life’s new lease,
Who love to pinch a spike of a naïve thorn.
Try to be your own judge O to tell us:
Who’s innocent, who has harsh animus?
II
Innocent who’s, who has impish passion,
Your spring blossom no less than red rage is
To us— lifelong mendicants on mission—
You lure, sway us— meditating sages,
Whenever your youthful blossoms embrace
Us, try sway us from our austere a course,
And still, we thorns not once have lost our grace,
Blamed no less still in popular discourse…
That, innocent seems to be tender skin,
Not our kind oh with a rough exterior,
We thorns are scarce evil from core within,
Yet, it’s not so to this world of error.
Aphrodite shoots with arrows of flowers,
Whilst Shiva’s trident fair blessings showers.
III
Yet, weapon of war’s called Shiva’s trident,
Whilst flowers get undue paeans of praise,
These ways or world fail not us to amaze,
If truth assailed is, it’s no accident.
Why, wonder I, He who would trident bear,
Cares for no worship performed with flowers,
Scorches passion of world, poison doth bear,
Why Shiva over all deities towers.
The way thorns are, no flower’s ever known,
We point places to go, point to the time,
Point at duty, why kings wear thorn-studded crown….
Not flowers, thorns point to places so prime.
Rejoice O Flowers still, you win the day,
Whilst doomed are we to live a life of lay.
________________________________________
Crown of Sonnets |07.03.2024| flower, thorn
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.
Communication is the key
To make a great society
No fists of rage should be used
No one needs to be abused
Problems can be talked out nicely
Everyone can think more wisely
About the way actions are made
This world can use a big upgrade
In the way its being run
Its badly coming all undone
words of hate keep coming out
Of racist ignorant mouths
As other people always show
Anger they allow to grow
Leading to bruises and pain
When did this world go insane
Lets turn back the clocks to when
Every neighbor was a friend
Helping out when things were tough
Through good times and even rough
No one was left out alone
A kind of sweetness always shown
In hearts and gestures everywhere
You saw and felt the loving care
We need it back and right away
Because it is not O.K.
For children, animals and others
To be chocked, unloved and smothered
Violence, hatred, prejudice
Is the cause of this huge mess
Kinder words and softer voices
Would be the start of good choices
Helping to ease all the troubles
That is filling a huge bubble
Of heartache and sorrow
Lets make a better tomorrow
I love you's, hugs and kindness
Will help stop all of this blindness
Packaging
Odorous
Objects
Projected
People
Offer
Other
Perceptions
People
Ordain
Offensive
Philosophies
Psychological
Onslaught
On
Philosophy
Presented
On
One's
Plate
People
Occupy
Outer
Parameters
Persons
Oscillate
Over
Preponderance
Pious
Officers
Offer
Pontifications
Pretending
Offers
Outlandish
Presuppositions
Proliferations
Of
Outdated
Platonism
Plagiarism's
Only
Odoriferous
Pal
Past
Odors
Of
Popery
Prelate
Ordinations
Of
Potpourri
Pretentious
Outcries
Often
Perturbate
Picketing
On
Ostentatious
Presumptions
Purposely
Obstructing
Our
Peace
Perfunctory
Offerings
Often
Plenary
Passing
Of
Odorous
Peeps
Picking
Of
One's
Probiscis
Plugging
Outlets
Often
Penetrated
Penetrating
Observations
Overturns
Perversion
Piecemeal
Obfuscation
Overshadows
Positivity
Placating
Out-front
Of
Platitudes
Prehistorically
Outlandish
Oversight
Provided
Put-ons
Overly
Off
Putting
Previous
Outdated
Oracles
Proffered
Predestination
Overlooked
On
Prejudice
Pantheon
Of
Opaque
Problems
Conclusion:
Pallial
Overt-ers
Overpouring
Poo
Pavlov's
Over-salivating
Over
Pealing
They say:
Savages.
Savages.
SA-VA-GES.
We say:
Hypocrites.
Hypocrites.
HYP-O-CRITES.
Moral olympics were never your event -
To participate,
In.
You don’t get a say -
When your words ooze with hypocrisy,
There is no democracy,
In the role you had to play,
In BLACK BRUTALITY.
You live in glass houses,
Throwing stones will break your walls of security,
You don’t get to call us savages -
When you, yourselves are defined by hypocrisy.
Superiority has never existed in your DNA,
When inferiority is the price you pay -
For generational jealousy
Your irrationality,
Blinds your capability -
To see,
The irony -
That the fingers you point, are facing your way
I was never paired with you nor ever shall
I see you're not amused and mad
appearing before my eyes in full clad
I'm set to make space
for your noble grace,
though you suffer in many place.
Armed men tremble by your sight
enough to enable them to your light.
I hasten to pair my deliverance,
but we're still at quite a distance.
It's my heart that's mired in mud
words of wisdom essentially rubbed.
Pour me your wine, I finally sing
all that peace might bring, a sweet song,
like a bird song flapping its wings, singing
the songs of freedom, that breaks the chain of captives,
that brings down walls of hate and prejudice, that
reverberates all day and night, a song that makes
men and women walk hand in hand, and sign together
in four corners of the world.