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"I don't put too much into The Constitution. Ya gotta remember that this document was put
together by a bunch of guys who thought selling (N word's) was OK, so apparently all of these guys were insane." - Ice-T
Mr Ice-T apparently
hasn't done his American History.
The Constitution had to be
voted and agreed upon by all the states unanimously.
All but two wanted to abolish slavery.
North Carolina always voted against the abolishing of slavery
and South Carolina always yielded its vote to North Carolina repeatedly.
The Constitution of The United States almost never came to be
because of the issue of slavery.
Adams was at his wits end.
His dream of a true democracy was falling apart before him.
He was then counseled by Benjamin Franklyn.
Both spent sleepless nights
trying to get the wording just right
so that they still just might
ratify this great Constitution.
Adams conceded and convinced all the states to keep slavery alive.
The Constitution was then signed by all and ratified.
Adams didn't sell out. A free nation for all in the future he still did see,
He and Ben Franklyn spent sleepless nights wording the Constitution so carefully.
All Born In America Are American Citizens, Naturally,
And Are Entitled To All Of The Privileges And Rights Of A True Democracy.
The Constitution didn't make exception to they born in slavery
so in truth, these children of slaves born in America were entitled to be free,
and hence began the abolishing of all slavery.
Our Fore Fathers were geniuses, guided spiritually if you ask me,
so you best give another review of your American History Mr Ice-T.
There is no perfect man
yes there is
There's no one who can stand
yes there is
There is no perfect husband
yes there is
O oh whoo what a man
But he lies he cheats he litigates he tears a asunder
He breaks hearts make broken shatter like glass
He's always misspoken woe unto me there's no perfect husband
oh but yes there is
Woe but a man who does nothing
Lays round and does nothing but
Playing video games constantly
And ranting screams and yelling for his wife to provide his supper
Miss Justice no affection slap on the face that's his affection
Rearing raising children a sperm donor
He's not Not even a home owner
use chosen but it's not it not there is a perfect husband
you ratify you make excuses but remember you're not delusional
sure he may go to work every now and then
but most the he out on the corner with his friend in and out of the house in and out of your life like a revolving door sometimes unfaithful
he's with that w**** but you know there's no such thing
as a perfect man
yes there is
where is one to be found I know that there's one
there is a perfect man perfect husband
the one who got down on one knee you were hoping
to be his wife for life
but yet he was enticed he let his sins run
run amok up whoa where's the perfect man
where's the perfect husband
here he is
Jesus
A BETTER TOMORROW
A summit of world leaders have agreed
Upon a plan for everlasting peace.
And all, without exception, signed a deed,
To ratify an international law.
So now, to narrow the racial divide,
There’s a new marriage law to put things right.
All partners must be from the other side.
Jew tied to Arab, black to marry white
All the religions must merge into one,
Accepting there’s just one God up above.
There will never be a need for a gun
In a world devoted to peace and love
We can dream of life devoid of sorrow.
Could there be a much better tomorrow?
19th September 2020
A Better Tomorrow Poetry Contest
Sponsor - John Hamilton
Atheists open letter to God
Dear God
I don't know how to begin...let's see
how are you today? (no he doesn't exist...oh yeah)
I am writing you today...to clarify a few things!
First of all, the fact that I am writing you this letter,
does not in any way shape or form indicate, confirm,
affirm, or testify, or give testimony, or bear witness
to a belief or conviction that you exist, in any form whatsoever!!!
Speaking about your existence...I have denied your existence
and I wanted to know why you have not accepted my denial!
Don't you understand that my denial of you, (now as a consequence
of aforementioned denial) you are hereby obligated to not exist.
My detailed analysis of facts as I understand them lead me to conclude that there is no Creator, no Intelligent Designer, and also I concur, believe, am convinced, have the conviction, that we(humans) are the product of evolution and random selection, after the big bang event.
So in conclusion, I would like to ratify my belief that you do not exist, I concur, and agree, and am bound by this letter witnessed by me, stating categorically, unequivocally, that you do not exist.
Please refrain from indicating, manifesting, proving, supporting, in any way that you exist. Please respect my declaration of your non- existence and comply forthwith.
Not yours, not so sincerely,
An unbeliever
P.S If by any chance I am wrong...please disregard the aforementioned letter
with my most sincere and humble apologies.
John Derek Hamilton
July 20,2016
It's the most significant day in Black American history
December 6,1865 the legal ending of chattel slavery
It was 157 years ago
When they finally let God's people go
In the year 1619 was when it all started
Africans from the Motherland were permanently parted
And when in 1787 the US Constitution came to be
The southern states now wanted the slaves
To be considered more than property
Hence there was a compromise to that plan
Black slaves would be denoted as 3/5 of a man
But in 1810 an alarming trend America would then see
The slave population started growing exponentially
Also there were now many free Blacks as well
Who were educating the slaves and causing all kinds of hell
So in 1830 the white Americans enacted a law
That teaching slaves to read would be no more
But they didn't stop at that they came at the Black preachers too
To stop them from giving knowledge and preaching the gospel truth
The Abolitionist movement in America was then born
This mighty democratic republic then became torn
The Dred Scott Decision to Blacks was a devastating blow
Until Abe Lincoln came into power to now run the show
11 southern states abdicated and the Confederacy came to fruition
A Civil War erupted in defiance of the US Constitution
The Emancipation Proclamation was then handed down
Lincoln said I'm president and this conflict over slavery stops now
And in 1864 the 13th Amendment was drafted and enacted
It ended slavery with a lot of southern dissatisfaction
Abolitionists went to Congress on January 31,1865
To make sure that Amendment in session would not be passed by
Yet it took almost an entire year for enough states to ratify
Then legally & federally slavery in America did die
4 million plus Black Americans were now legally free
Abolition Day a momentous day in Black American history
Executive- My powers are absolute,
thus I am totalitarian.
The legislature and judiciary
are each subservient to my whims.
I pass my bills with attendant
compliance, and interpret my own
terms as the law.
I shut the doors of compassion,
I am very deeply elusive.
I give no room at all to dissent.
I get bloated with the treasures of the nation.
In a leap year's tenure I bulldoze
my way back to my incumbent status.
And when four multiplies two, I impose
a minion to cover my ills.
Legislature- To obnoxious decrees I give my consent.
I inflate yearly forecasts to become opulent.
I am gratified for the cabinet servants' affirmation.
I always my selfish treaties ratify.
I am undoubtedly slavish to executive excesses.
I seek the redress of constituents' grievances
to enlarge my pocket's size.
And above all else, I am largely rubber stamp.
Judiciary- My evasive justice is yours' to reap
if you are a top notch,
whilst I withdraw the distributive
and restorative from insolvents.
I base my interpretations on business
interests,
and make laws for the interests of
a cabal.
Equity and rights are only in my
constitution stated.
But in reality they are no more
than abstract twins.
The sacred laws of our national prospectus
I serve as a weak custodian of,
and weaker still in the face of political
heavyweights.
But with all the lofty responsibilities
I am reverently saddled with,
I can do nothing more than
empower bigwigs because I am weak,
and they are powerful.
So what country did you make?
Is it a penthouse, or a rented cubbyhole
in the same sky high city where the difference
is the size of your hold-out that can also peer out.
When the TV is silent and sullen
do you wonder
what other country you belong to?
Do you risk getting shot
for just looking out of a window,
or do you lollygag over fine wines
and does your bowtie spin
when you grin?
Do the people guard you
or impinge upon your sovereignty
with their greasy knives and forks?
Did you register as a foreigner
with the borderless guard dogs?
Did your country come with
a trash compactor and a rattrap?
I also come from a land as isolated as yours.
I travel incognito
as a stranger known to be unwanted
until kidnapped.
Did you choke twice
over an olive in your dirty martini?
Did you vow to stay far away
from the drug-dazed
and only send out or call in
for your own addictions?
Does your country salute you
for having regular bowel movements,
for not clogging up the toilet bowl?
I, like you, wrote my own constitution
it is written on an old postcard
that I sent to myself.
Are you a founder or a spy
snooping from an eye in the sky?
I may visit your county;
feel free to borrow my nose hair trimer,
my first born.
We, the Emperors of just enough space
should ratify unworkable treaties,
we may need to test
the limits of a mutual hostility.
When you turn the TV back on
do you, like me, wonder what country
this is that hates us from afar?
Blow smoke, smoke blow, suck when necessary,
bruit a patriotic vapor
into a rattling air conditioner,
never surrender.
The day’s activity is in stress’ cabinet, let dusk give us some revival
citizens of night life are so ready to give a good time
floods of music, muscled men protecting the different arenas
stopped at the border of one which seem to attract fun’s immigrants
a bold and majestic entrance showcases my suave
flashing goddesses in human form fall for the charm
reserved to mild drinking, knowingly attracts a watching bint
chatting, laughing and more wine, time speeds up its wheels
stepping in the main department to kill worry’s threats
lips licking, angle-eyed contacts and dancing fingers on the cup’s lid
the signals are clear for us to advance to the main show
at home and both so drunk, what’s next, we need not ratify
this private dance floor is less in activities and lesser sanity
she falls to bed so openly for me to freely browse
two must tangle for such satisfaction to produce its oil
the pleasure would be ill-gotten, so I do same without touching her.
She said our marriage
Was too much like a job
While we must work to make a living
It was time she laid me off
She was sick of rules, she'd paid her dues
Said I'll see you in the hall
Then she told me that my pension
Really was a little small
I'm not sure when we joined the lovers union
She thinks she's president
Of our residence
And that's led to some confusion
I ain't out on strike
But I feel the strife
And I've come to the conclusion
That I'd rather have my right to life
Than be in this lovers union
Now I'm not sure
I care to ratify
The contract that we entered in
On our wedding night
Cause It seems that all of our I do' s
Have turned to our I dont' s
And the grievance for her leaving
Is that she feels all alone
I'm not sure when we joined the lovers union
She thinks she's president
Of our residence
And that's led to some confusion
I ain't out on strike
But I feel the strife
And I've come to the conclusion
That I'd rather have my right to life
Than be in this lovers union
So much for
My seniority
I lived in this house first
But now she owns the keys
And the picket fence I built
One post at a time
Left scabs upon my knees
Man she crossed the line
Like the minutes in the courtroom
All her motions I declined
When I found out what I once owned
Was hers and never mine
Now I'm not sure why I joined the lovers union
I'll think long and hard
Before I sign the card
After this conclusion
I ain't out on strike
Yet I feel the strife
All my money she's now using
It's an expensive way one you'll probably pay
If you join the lovers union
Death shadows, furious, frenzied, fought
Waiting for this wretched soul to rot
They redeemed me, tortured me, ceasing not
Crows perch upon my severed breast
Picking at the insipid flesh
Vultures of glee coo and ratify my rest
Love pierces my heart that is dead
Maddening my severed head
Feeding ones engorged instead
Deprived and empty of soul within
My ribcage grows bare and thin
Eaten away by my own cruel kin
Skeleton bare and scorned
Fowl breasts of youth unadorned
Cascaded in grotesque glory, basked and ever-mourned
I fly! Hovering over my body too weak
As tears fall down my hungry beak
Let me fly north toward winter so bleak!
The tears freeze on my cold bones
In the dark snow that blackens, I grow old
As wind, birds and corpses forever moan
Homeward north I fly…I feed
I, the coal-beaked corpse still need
To roam…to rot…to unremittingly greed
I am shadow, vulture, corpse, woman—all in one
Feeding on my own meat, enriching everyone
Absent of my own skin, the pain has just begun
For Justin Bordner's Death Shadow contest