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Born in the South
By Franklin Price
7/17/2016
Born in the South
The year was 1945
There have been so many changes
Since I have been alive
The races separated
By the colors of their skin
Inequalities existed
Don't know where I should begin
Separate but not equal
Were the blacks compared to whites
Could not use the same facilities
Did not have those equal rights
Could not dine together
The black men and the white
Or have each as a neighbor
We know now it wasn't right
Went through all those changes
Until we've reached today
Inequality is gone
Or so the politicians say
Rights will not be equal
Until the people say it's so
Cannot mention race primarily
When speaking of the ones we know
Cannot point fingers at the past
When the south owned many slaves
Must cease and desist with all of that
Or will be separate to our graves
Will there be purple fences in heaven,
Will God yet still need rains to nurture the gardens;
Will there be need for purple fences to separate the races;
Or will we all yet still be His children color blinded;
Will there be purple fences in heaven;
To protect the lambs from the lions;
Will there be lighted candles to shine to keep out the darkness;
Or will the Heavenly Father Our God essence do shine
His glory will light always eternity long;
God won't use no purple chains to shackle the devil in hell;
Yet Oh! well, God could use purple chains and shackle if He so will;
On the streets of Gold
In the on the new heaven and new earth;
Will God surround His city, His kingdom with purple fences;
He could if He choose too!
I don't know;
I believe it so if it be His will;
so until then I'm gonna build me here on earth;
In my back and front yard a purple fence around my victory garden;
10/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Open the windows and doors
and let the demons out
sweep the corners of the room
and breathe fresh air from the atmosphere
something refreshing is drawing near
Throw out the dirty spread and make up the beds
put on new sheets and rise up on your feet
sing a song for thee to set your spirit free
Arise ye dry bones and spread the news around
something magnificent is coming to town and
the wheels are spinning around
the birds are flying into the city
observing secret place and penetrating the races
Arise and leave that place
the people are a utter disgrace
They have polluted the city with oil residue
and litter the beaches with plastic
from the sea, arise and clean up the city
I have been in the rut for too long
It is time to start singing a new song
and invite the universe to sing along
feel the pain and walk on it,
feel the shame and face it
feel the love and embrace it
Arise ye children of light and
crawl with courage out of the dark
the wedding bells are ringing
the rehearsals are happening
and the wedding feast
will take place at noon
Arise and celebrate the bride and groom
Arise and leave that oppressive city
Throw down your weapon
and walk out with dignity
somethings are not worth fighting for
It is the quality of the life
that you live that counts
and the years that you spent in it
and the number of years that is left in it
that matters the most arise and walk out
I have been counting the days when
the table will turn
and my heart wills no more burn
I have been counting the days when the spirit
will lead me on the path that destiny lives
and love forgive, I have been waiting on that day
when prosperity will come my way
And I will have a decent place to live and
The power to forgive.
Arise and let your voice be heard
Arise and travel around the world
Arise and spread your courage around
You are millions of miles away from home
but your strength and faith
will find you a comfortable home
Arise and meet me at the boarding gate
before it is too late
Arise!
Hear the mighty lion roar
From the past and distant shore
Africa long ago lost it’s maim
Humanity has been lost in Africa’s shame
Kill one lion
Hear the western nations roar
Slaughter complete races
You will hear western nations snore
Children starved, women raped
Soldier kings justify their burning hate
We stand by and pay no heed
As millions are slaughtered like African weeds
We have tears for the old lion true
The symbol or pride we ourselves un-deserve
Let us shed our tears for bloated black babies
Whom would gladly smile for a little meat
Perverse is the tear shed over one lion head
Notes: Of course I do not condone in any way the shooting of animals for sport, and endangered species must be preserved not for their sakes but for our sakes, selfish indeed. However it struck me the irony that such a story held the headlines for so long, when genocide becomes but a side note in our daily news.
England, my new home, land of green hills and misty skies,
Where the clouds gather like a promise of rain,
And the ancient stones whisper secrets of old.
The streets are paved with history,
And the buildings tell stories of a bygone era,
Of kings and queens, wars and victories,
A tapestry woven with the threads of time.
The people are a kaleidoscope of culture,
From the East End to the rolling countryside,
A melting pot of races, religions, and beliefs,
Living together in a harmony that is uniquely English.
As I walk through the city, I am struck by the beauty,
The Gothic spires, the cobbled alleys, the vibrant markets,
And I know that I have found my place in the world,
My home, my heart, my England.
I am sick of a world where people say that they care
And then build up their walls and pull down the tents
Of the poor and the weak whose only intent is
Survival and those whose only hope is
Our common humanity from our common creation
Though we change the names and the colour of faces
And define our homes as different places
We are not different races - our DNA traces
Our common humanity and our common relations.
And the shame of our common history shows
That the death camps of Auschwitz and
Genocide in Rwanda and the plight of Rohingas that flee
From the soldiers, and the flight of the Christians
From IS in Iraq or the fight of First Nations just to be
Free, recognised and valued as people -that these
Are our history too and the death of a Kurd
Or a transgender sister or the rape of a child
Or abuse of all types at all times in all places
These are just as wild and just as plain wrong
An offence to the divinity of our common humanity.
What else is there to say.
Kim Helen James
27/1/2018
Lies told
sometimes we can be so selfish,
consumed with only our own needs,
those deep inner feelings, desires, wishes
which as a result, cause us to cast a lie as seed.
Untrue words and phrases
said to make it better for ourselves
to eradicate any blame on our part
to hide a mistake or error shelved;
but the lie chokes in our throats and races in our hearts.
In the end we fight but pursue giving in
as it becomes an uncontrolled seething monster of lore
with the lie now growing and evolving
into a life so large it is abhorred
and now lives in need and necessity of absolving.
Upon its display
it dies in its fears without recovery
failing to safeguard its source
escaping reality and at last revealing truth through discovery
that we have foolishly created by some unnatural force.
I think of this past years sorrow
This world can't take much more
I'd wish for a gentler tomorrow
One that's softer than before
A wish for a life of contentment
An equal amount of joy and pain
A world with a lot less resentment
An even amount of sun and rain
We need a better understanding
For all cultures,religions,and races
All others to stop the demanding
All are different,in different places
4th place
So no wishes for world peace
None for wealth or true love
Just take away some unease
That'd be my wish from above
Contest ; what are Wishes
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
1/15/2020
P.S.: Take Note
We are met again
at the crossroads of delusions
reminiscing failed choices
and broken promises;
here we stand once again
in the vanity of illusions
reflecting tainted truths
and old compromises.
Here they come again
dancing in our faces;
streaming confetti,
blinding revelations of lies,
pretending there’s no more parting
the river of races;
yet our children continue to be
swatted down like flies.
Many lessons have been taught—
few have been learned;
the new day that dawned
was a mere placation
to stall the drive and determination
of freedom yearned.
Little was it realized
that this was—is the same old nation.
Once again they’re at it—
making us the butt
of their everlasting joke;
stop, think—take a good look:
alls claiming
they’ve pocketed our vote!
P.S.: Take note!
BEAST OF FIRE
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
A sizzling lightning bolt
Spears towards earth
Contacts the ground
Scorches, sparks fly
…
Ignites the mass of fuel
On the forest floor
Flames flicker… burst into life
A deadly fire is born
…
Tentacles of flames spread
Consume fuel, generate heat and flame
The fires energy now a furnace
Likened to middle earth
…
Flames and smoke reach to the sky
Bursting the tree canopy alight
Fanned by internal winds
A cataclysm… a raging inferno
…
Out of control feeding on an abundance of fuel
The fire races consumes everything in its path
Spreading fear to inhabitants living in the hills
Unabated the fire an uncontrollable beast
…
The fire rages… turning days into nights
Leaving behind a desert of burned earth
Incinerated animals lay smouldering
Losses of immense proportions
…
The aftermath whence the beast was tamed
Will be felt for many years to come
Thankful there has been no loss of Human life
But we know the beast of fire will return