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It’s Personal—
Two hundred and fifty years—
dehumanized, shackled hell.
40 acres, a mule—
The Baited Deception—
Freedom’s lie,
unraveled fast—
no ground to stand,
no stake, no soil.
Just free—to serve,
the bitter coil.
The Trick—
Sharecropping,
slavery with a smirk.
Chains faded,
but still you took, still you choked.
The Loaded Gun—
“Be thankful,” they spat—
block tenements,
stamp rations—
branded worth.
Bars replaced chains.
Drugs bused in—
rotted minds,
bodies, souls.
Children bused out,
scraps of opportunity—
but real access? Your joke.
The Eradication—
Babies shot down,
families split—
debt replaced the whip.
Toxins poured, veins tested,
dialects drowned,
hope gutted,
names scratched out,
truth burned from pages.
The loud ones?
Examples—crushed flat.
Entry—unapologetically denied.
The Arrears—
Count it:
days, years, centuries—
labor stolen, unpaid.
It sears our bones,
boils our veins,
screams through locked jaws—
no land, no mule,
only us—left to wear the pain.
The Molotov Cocktail—
You dodge it.
Scrub it from your mind—
erase the stain.
“Much too long ago.”
“Never happened.”
Well—not.
Your greed built this roof,
and now it tilts.
Here we stand—
Brown is rising,
the tide is turning,
the debt’s still due.
The old year is now done and dusted
It has not been without its strifes.
Headlines of war, murder and much more
Daily we hear of terrible atrosities.
Peace seems a long way off
and Mankind not in the mood.
Yet a spark of hope remains
That one day things will change.
This spark if it is fanned,
could catch alight and burn,
bringing world peace
repairing the harm once done.
People now armed with shovels
replanting all the lost trees.
Animals no longer fearful
turn their trusting eyes to us.
Communities working together
Love for one another freely flowing.
Slavery a thing of long distant past
All this could come to pass.
We just need enough to care
To want to make a change.
Then like the mighty oak,
the seeds will take deep roots.
Just one person who cares
can influence many others
And this world of ours
will once more be paradise.
Written 12/13/2014
contest I CAN'T BREATHE: A peaceful Protest, An Anthology of Powerful Poems
as we come to celebrate our 160th year
we give thanks to our Lord God whom we love and hold so near
the Berean Baptist Church was established by a very special group of men
they were Freed Blacks and Abolitionists who were more than just mere friends
the Spiritual foundation of Berean was to give hope and serve the community
of Carrsville and Weeksville during the time of American slavery
and through the grace of God the Berean Baptist Chruch has continued to sustain
as we celebrate our 160th year by power of Jesus' blood stain
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! to the Berean Baptist Church that "Little Church on the Hill"
and may the Lord God continue to bless you all as you work, worship and witness by His will
From a tribe called quest;
where we will never give up.
From a nation called hope ;
where we will never stop struggling.
From a region called Ifriqiya;
where the sun never stops shinning.
Part of a race called black;
where they striped our identity.
From a time in history;
where my race is ridiculed and look down upon as low class people.
In a new world;
where they continue push the fate of my people into despair.
In an ever changing generation;
where famine poverty and plaques are still rampant in my nation
On a diverse continent;
where they altered our history and fabricated wars.
Am part of a people;
whose distant cousins continue to suffer in all forms of racial abuses
On a planet where my people are ridiculed scorned and are the most poverty stricken.
From an era;
where some still view our sable race with scornful eyes.
Living in a country; under the pressure to embrace robbery decked out as free trade.
Threading on a territory ;
where people are separated by invisible boundaries but united in dreams…
On a land in which our history did not begin in chains and it will not end in chains.
You know,My race is like a rubber ball ;
The harder you dash it to the ground, the higher it will rise.
I used to sleep with depression and kiss shame on the cheek
Trying to run from all the lies, but myself was chasing me
I was drowning from all that I cried but let me tell you what one of HIS tears did for me
But, first I must rewind to my past where my thoughts were slowly choking me
I even circled a couple of dates with no lady R.I.P.
Fast forward in one months time I'm totally free, compared to about 28 years of new age slavery
I was chained to regret, opinions, debt, social media, threats, fear, pride, and of course selfishness
Alcohol got me too, I was thirsty but never quenched
In stress I was drenched
Then my speech that was meant for life became a toxic poison, so please, please, please, excuse my french
And I'm spite of getting drunk off my own self indulgence
HE still chose me as well as all of you ladies and gents
HE took my life and erased it clean, giving me a new genesis, in His love I am redeemed
I deserve absolutely nothing but in Him I have more than everything
So I preach the sermon of my testimony to all who are listening
I no longer live the life I used to breathe
I was speeding towards death, hanging myself where He died for me, and took His last earthly breath
So, He sent me a reminder text
I am next
To still waters, a firm Oak Tree
And one by one He removed the nails of persecution from my being
Therefore I sing a praise of Hallelujah and hear the voices of angels echoing
Oh what a joy it is too walk with Jesus again, my strength is planted in His roots like osmosis
He lit candles around the past of my diagnosis
So I could forever smell the scent of victory
One thing about my God, He never stops working
Over time it's something we all see, so I encourage you to sell Him first and often
I now remain present in His presence, humbling myself and emptying out all of the world I still hold
Multiplied two fold I repent
With freedom I am chained to the love of His new covenant
No matter the cross before me I remain faithfully obedient
Knowing one day all will proclaim HIM as Lord in Jesus Name
So, if you ask me what God has done in my life, these are the words I will sing
As He continues to deliver you and me
p.s. and I'ma shout it from the roof tops, better yet a mountain just in case you were wondering...
Don't let your dreams be drowned out by reality.
If your bound up with daily drudge confound real life, set your dreams free.
Get off life's merry go round, say no to the corporate pound break free.
Dreams are for living confound the non believers be gutsy.
Don't let the confines of others dreams constrict yours.
Set the headlines don't be sidelined, freedom calls
have the confidence to cha cha in the rain without a care
and follow your dreams to there conclusion, freedom.
The beauty to dream is your gift to yourself.
so get dressed up to the nines in your finery and break free.
and please just have the one dance for me who's stuck in corporate slavery.
Be a diva, a queen, the Freddie mercury of poetry, I want you to break free .
comp entry 09052016
Prisoner
Please do not look at me
Do not wipe away my tears
I am so pathetic
Tied and chained
Held as a pet by man
But, I am not a pet
I am a father
Two kids and a mate
Now, they are just a memory
Living in a forest so far away
We climbed and swung together
Ran across the jungle floor
We are always together
We were always a family
I was born to live free
In the world where God placed me
Others are still being trapped
Sold and traded as pets
Slaves to men who really don’t care
Tortured and chained for amusement
Someday someone will learn
They will free us
We will be allowed once again
To live, play and raise our young
The way we were meant to
(A lone voice whispers)
Bind me not to only a taste of love
But to true divine friendship
Bind me not to only love
But to the warmth of our wet hungry lips
First thing in the morning
And last thing at midnight
Bind me not to your words of commands to embrace
But to the sweet tranquil noise of two crashing hips
Bind me not to a life of emotional slavery
But to the core of your very soul
Bind me to place
To live
Inside
Forever
A place no one
Else
Will ever know
Or replace
My words to you,
My love
Bind me instead to the bow of your immortal ship
For we can then
Sail together
Into the everlasting
Sunset
And make a home
In a serene place
When our time
Comes
Only those bound
By spiritual wedlock
Can ever go
To hold hands
To walk
Barefoot through the falling
Heavenly snow
So don't just bind
Me to this
A golden wedding ring
Bind me to be your
Everything
So standing here
In our circle of true love
In front of our family
Friends and our Holy Mother
Our twin souls
Can sing
And be finally unified by the grace of God
For we both
Were never meant to be locked together
By just gold
until we are old
By only the long reach
Of bondage
Linked to mortal sin
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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
(a series of Senryu poems)
We no longer own
our music or software, we
we rent them - subscribe
Think streaming music,
productivity software,
like 365.
A company can
make one product and never
innovate again.
Once, you’d buy software
and they’d have to win your bucks
with something improved
But now you fee pay
monthly, forever - or you
lose that whatever.
Homes are out of reach
so people rent apartments,
Ubers replace cars
Think of subscriptions
as techo slavery, we
need alternatives
None of us can change
the housing situation
unless we team up
And elect people
who aren’t total thieves and fools
enriching themselves
It’s a crazy thought,
I know - are we capable
of it anymore?
.
.
A song for this
Touristy Places by Paul Russell