Long Xenophobia Poems
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Some people
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.
So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.
So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.
So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.
So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.
So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism
So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.
fear prevails everywhere
only its proportion differs
the all-powerful fear of
losing the crown.
the killer fears not the killed
but something that comes haunting it!
may be a dictator showed cowardice
from Hitler to Polpot
fear prevails everywhere
as it did in Hitler's concentration camps
as also in his mind
in the god's own land
both in the Jews in their xenophobia
and in the Palestinian's guns.
worshiping god is an outcome of fear
it is the fear
that has been inherited
since his evolution to this form
for a non-believing atheist
(who thinks of god more than the theist)
Or creation for a believer
all men (including women) fear death
for death is the end of all glorious life
and wages of all sins
so, they die many a time before death fearing death.
some fear fear for preventing it
fear about fear for not fearing
good or evil fear fears all
it is a communist
as it distributes equally to all
(but) supply is more when in trouble
no ideology or 'ism' is free of fear
overcome fear after it has overcome me
is nothing but to searching the boat
after it has drowned
for saving myself
what to do?
when in pain
and it is not cured, enjoy it.
fear. enjoy fear
make fear to fear
with your courage to experience it.
Sometimes in Virginia when the scorching madness of xenophobia conspires
with a fragile, violent countenance, I fall to the darkest, bitter poison.
And in that carnage, a nation learns of impending destruction.
But the sounds of heaven like an unstoppable flood, poor over New Orleans and
comfort forlorn victims of embedded justice.
I am men, putting women in cages for birds, beautiful yet bound, loved but
unappreciated.
I am women, forsaking my sisters as they struggle to understand my privilege.
I tell you I am a paradoxical reflection of power and fear, love and vengeance.
And I am unstable.
And when the weight of unpaid wages reaches the precipice of doubt in young
impressionable prisoners of comparison, husbands shoot their children and run
to the abyss.
But I tell you there is a sound of redemption in Jill Scott prophecy and Bell Hooks’
gentle wisdom.
I tell you there is a sound of heaven that leaves me fearless, come what may.
Today, I went swimming with my daughter with a final exam the next day.
And in that moment, I knew that this crucible, does not rule me, bind me, or
define me.
Whatever this is, this unstable suffering of paradoxical reflection.
It does not rule me.
For I am an image of a sacrifice so sublime, that the gates of hell, pain,
conquest, or corporate idolatry cannot stand against it.
And in the end, I know peace forever.
A child…in a foreign land.
Where we come from—it's all just sand.
Deserted the desert...
but still feeling tethered
to the place that feels
forever home.
Yet—that place
we can no longer roam.
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Left the home land with legislative laws.
As they contained loads of legality flaws.
The colour of my skin cutting at me like a saw.
No jobs, no work, it was my last straw.
Left the land I knew to go and find more.
Knowing that the Foreign Land would have something better in store.
When I moved—I thought my troubles would be soothed.
But found other trouble,
my persistent presence made the locals grumble.
Looked at as an immigrant,
but every day—
a defendant.
"They are stealing our jobs!"you say.
"They are stealing our wives!"you convey.
You never stopped to think—
That just maybe...
we're trying our best?
Yet...
we will always
be seen as less?
At home,
we've got families to feed,
we've got people who are in need.
But what you fail to understand—
We can't help them...
unless we are in the Foreign Land.
Now is the Aquarian Age and its predictable backlash
while America scares the hell into us.
Where culture wars of identity and recrimination
have become silos of information isolation.
Where critical thought and intellectualism
is targeted for finger pointing and 'woke' blaming.
They besmirch compassion under the rubric 'socialism'.
As though democratic socialism is, or has ever been, a bad thing?
Ask your Grandmother if she appreciates her pension?
Do you drive on roads and highways? Obey stop signs?
The inarticulate MAGA twenty first century pledge of allegiance
is fealty to a neo-fascism of religious and race intolerance.
That empowered imperial colonialism and historic xenophobia.
Superiority manifest by God determined righteousness.
Ancient Abrahamic systems that privileged the elite.
Requiring fealty of the conditioned masses
by willing submission, called faith.
Separation of religion and state is a constitutional bulwark.
That is by credence and convention historically obscured.
The prayer breakfast obligatory for success.
'In God we Trust' is stamped on every bag of donor funds
that lobby the integrity of statespersons and politicians.
This is the history of our humanity; this is what we face,
this is what we are up against, these are the powers manifest.
And now we are in a time of critical potential.
Where idealism confronts ignorance
administered by hate, and unexamined faith.
Where jingoism can be 'replaced' by compassionate humanism.
Liberating us from media forged manacles of corporate, state,
or religious indoctrination that still enforce their control.
We rise defiant throughout the world to the Age of Aquarius.
Articulate, and provocative.
Inspired by ideals of Global Unity,
and the 2.0 of humanity.
Written: February 5th, 2024
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My heart is leaking blood,
I can view hatred flowing,
from every corner of the planet,
a volcano spewing nasty lava,
their voracious acts are suffocating,
the flower that has yet to bloom.
My heart is leaking blood,
antagonism and skepticism are rife,
a deadly snake is gently coiling,
and choke the breath of mankind,
to further their murderous impulses.
My heart is leaking blood,
since darkness invades the psyche,
steeped in narcissism and xenophobia,
a broken culture has misled people,
into thinking differently over faith,
both ethnicity and attire face a threat,
In self-interest and as an adversary.
My heart is leaking blood,
a soul-to-mind debate has ceased,
lurking by avarice and false tenets,
for the eminent aims of foes,
cultures will spread,
as history has predicted.
My heart is leaking blood,
In reply to the cruelty and abuse,
executed upon the cult's people,
despite being freed from rivals,
but have we freed our minds?
My heart is leaking blood,
to ignore these savage fringes,
who has infiltrated minds?
eating away the distinctive,
need mind cleansing before locations,
restored successfully,
everyone must be a self-reformer,
continually striving to be a dear person,
than they were before.
the light within will always guide you;
all you must do is listen and follow.
Gaia continues running on a Health Platform,
healthy democracy
for wealthy economy
for healthy ecopolitics
for wealthy democratic energy.
The idea of free markets
as those embedded in democratic transactional service
to a local community
Is as old and conservative
as the idea of health
being embedded in a real
organic economic body
and political mind,
actually communicating
and playing nice
with each other.
The primal goal of old school markets,
in good weather times,
was to grow polycultural health,
investments as rich as diverse nutritional needs
of consuming and producing constituents.
So too, in bad climate times,
a depressed and fading market
was, and is, to survive Lose economic
and Lose environmental EarthTrends,
becoming more monoculturally played out,
exhausted,
Often picking up,
emigrating toward more promising lands
and fresh water,
more breathable air,
healthier opportunities for robust
democratic
fair
transparent
mutually vulnerable
win/win healthy-wealth transactions.
Robust markets are rich in co-passionate exchanges,
a flow between non-violent consumers and producers
rooted in healthy cooperative investments
in
and from
and of nutrition-sharing hearts
and minds
and voices,
thoughts with feelings still attached.
The right to free communicating markets
is a right of democratic access
and an ecological positive corollary right
of equal freedom from investing in poison,
imprisoning the competition,
waging war against those who terrify our megalomania
with their own autonomous hubris,
violent lies
hypocrisy
narcissism
egocentrism
anthropocentrism
xenophobia
patriarchalism
homophobia
win/lose evolutionary competitions,
runaway capital hoarding,
moral bankruptcy,
investment in ego-maniacal agendas,
hate,
elitism,
racism,
autonomous media and market control,
feelings of grandiose entitlement,
Jealous and zealous bad faith
sold out as spiritualized
and denatured
disembodied
unmarketable
unfree BadNews anti-truth.
Meanwhile,
Gaia continues running on a Health Platform,
healthy natural/spiritual democracy
for wealthy secular/sacred economy
for healthy left/right bicameral ecopolitics
for wealthy democratic free-market energy.
I chose to write,
For all those torn-off branches,
For all those scarred backs,
For all those dehumanized bodies,
For all those centuries of persecution.
I chose to read,
To deconstruct racialist concepts,
To destroy the carnivorous chains of slavery,
To desacralize the supremacist missions of colonization,
To uproot the alienation installed in my consciousness, brutalized by imperialist Westernization.
I chose to educate myself,
To denounce the negrophobia of the Republic of Enlightenment turned slave trader,
To challenge the heirs of the enslaving empire of racist philosophers,
To never forget the bestiality of the Code Noir,
The savagery of the slave trades,
The barbarity of human zoos,
To never erase from my scorched memory the drownings of black bodies.
I chose to turn off my television,
To no longer listen to parrots singing the praises of xenophobia,
To no longer be imprisoned by the conspiratorial diatribes of the fascist fanatics of the far right,
To no longer watch the privileged squabble while fattening themselves on the taxes of the proletariat,
To no longer pollute my mind, tormented by the misery of the cradle of humanity.
I chose to fully embrace my Africanness,
To never say that my ancestors were Gauls,
Like those domestic blacks who champion the celebration of republican hypocrisy,
To never curse Africa in my heart,
Like those traitors who participated in the slave trades, slavery, colonization, and neocolonization,
To never sanctify the banana republics of the sphere of influence of the so-called homeland of human rights,
Which drives thousands of Sub-Saharans onto the deadly paths of clandestine migration,
To never place myself on the same level as those racist, racialist, supremacist, and eugenicist complexes,
Who sustain vile theories about the utopia of racial superiority.
We can’t make this up.
We can’t justify the tears.
We’ll struggle to ask for their forgiveness in our prayers.
We can’t hide away the doubt and the fears.
We’ve lost so many now.
They do not seem to care.
We’ve seen families ripped apart because the promised; ‘the promised’ was never even there.
Where do we stand?
Where do the dark thoughts go?
Where does the healing hand hide?
Where did the dignity, the empathy, the humility, the kindness of our nation go?
We’ve seen our neighbourhoods change.
Crime seems to be picking up the pace.
Rights removed from our lives because profit and power shine brighter than the children whose parents think xenophobia is ace!
Where will it lead?
What will it spark?
When will the sun shine on the ‘sunlit uplands’ forever in the dark.
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.
Truth and honesty do not politicians do.
They’ve taken us for fools.
Yes, that’s right…
me and you.
When I see and hear,
touch and feel,
something
Somewhere unwanted
someplace uncherished
egocentrism
Making alienating choices
that follow group win/lose competitive norms,
this constellation of nationalistic patriotism's
monoculturing beliefs
and unbeliefs,
anthroprivileged values
and disvalues,
provoke out-raging
hypocritical anger.
It is only in epic transition times
when climatic health and safety social issues
emerge and re-emerge,
evolve and revolve,
inhale and exhale,
inside and outside,
that these same unwanted
uncherished competitive choices
by Other Capitalist
USA Supremacist
Evangelically Straight baby-maker
Fundamentally White is not sinful Black
Male DeathCulturists
provoke fear
Inside acute anxiety
that my own ecologically cooperative values
are merely BusinessAsUsual competing theological disvalues
against StraightWhiteMale
lack of divinely esteemed
Multi-LifeBearing Culture experience
And deeper chronic negative anticipation
that my ecosystemic beliefs
about fundamentally nondualistic
LeftBrain healthy regenerativity
are also DeathCulture Other's
RightBrain unsafe degenerativity;
These angers and fears
live and breathe outside
and inside
my win/win optimizing hopes
and bilateral faith
in curious research
and courageous design
for cooperative ego/eco-therapies
with Other's Lose/Lose dismay at heart
and in despairing mind
un-pairing unicameral uncaring
Shadows of co-empathic experiential nihilism,
xenophobia
anthroprivileged claustrophobia
rabidity
mortal carnal sin
terror
depression
inhumane ecofeminist suppression,
zealous RightBrain repression,
instinctively negative
affective-cognitive
dualdark DeathCulture
violently uncommunicating
nonverbalizeable
acutely dispassioned impressions
Of angering or fearful sin
as lose/lose ego/eco-systemic
multilateral communion absence
of healthy and safe wealth
Experience of cooperative
co-invested bicameral
win/win recentering
Earth Patriotic/Matriotic
Yang/Yintegral
tipping climatic points
of multiculturing climax
co-arising dipolar health/wealth balance,
yes,
but also beauty's sensual co-passion.