Jubilees celebrating the USA (248 years old) with fireworks and street bands
United we stand divided we fall, America the beautiful for which it stands
Larkspur rich purple power flower colors our world, and across the Motherlands
Year after year we expect earth’s beauty to keep giving us all She’s got, imagine
your child telling tales of what once was—before the wastelands
Ripened blood still sleepless
On the staircase of memory
Flying with reliable winds
Mild embrace of the winds
Imprinting the uprooted roots
Sculptures now govern all
Breath of independence
Floating in the midfield of birth and death
Life in the sharp blade of crops
For many corpses, wounded bodies, flowing blood
For the lost chastity of women, abortions
Enthronement and dethronement the politics
Everything is an exaggeration,
Hyperbolic figures in the born free world
In the thorny frontier fences
Everyone is brother, sister, relative as human
Everywhere the fight for something else
Meaningless in the successful freedom
Today I cannot run after the wealth, names, fame.....
I cannot run after the patriotism, sovereign motherlands.....
Fear of lost the humane love I cannot run as the biased spirits
15.08.2020 Chattogram
Note:
Almost all countries of the world are independent
But still, humanity is in the inhumane subservient
-wHY?
Among all Nations
North, East, West,
Stretching South
All over the world
Appear the rays
Of the most magnificent
Continent above others
The most adorable and admirable
Of all Motherlands,
The Landmark of Africa
Contented with bright,
Intelligent faces
Like gas particles
Moving into the air
Their fame is spread
And advancement moving their side,
Accompanied by favorable commends
The Continent of Black Majority
Our own Motherland in the Universe
Unlike some other...
Heading towards their extremes
Mama Africa stands unique
Enhancing tomorrow's affluence
At a velocity like none other
Leading the burden bearers
Of tomorrow the positive direction
Distinguishing herself from others
Mama Africa stands above all others
Commemorate her success,
And probably yet to come
On a day somewhere
In the month of May...
Or is it on the 25th?
...food for thought!
Live long Black Majority
And let the rays
Of our Motherland
Continue reflecting on us
Viva Black continent!
A child collects some sand with hand
And so he calls it "motherland".
To some sand, castles are built high
Flowers are grown for dewy morn
Flags are furled in cloudy sky
But by fort's flag the flower's forlorn.
Children gather some sand with hands
And so they call it "motherlands".
The body and the blood
are of those who inched on their bellies
underneath barbed wire
and never lived to be born again.
Motherlands shackled at the feet of their Fathers.
Who mourns at their whitewashed bones?
Bleached by the desert Son,
Marked with unnamed crosses, they scream the names of Holy Ghosts.
In the silence, my thighs part like the Red Sea
my borders unguarded,
she drinks me
like wine at the last supper.
I know you are not here
Do you know who are you?
The son of this land where all your
mothers and sisters are made bitches
where all your brothers and fathers body
become numbed by whips in the rich man yards
Where the children face vanishes in
the wombs before the birth
where the tree become dead tables
You were not here,
When, religion raped the girl
castes killed the love, patriots
busy in blasting their motherlands,
when so many in the hell burning
past and present with the helepless
technology
Please come here at least now...
To see the dead bodies beside
the roads,
To see the unknown crowns
in your lands
To unite broken hearts
To dig out the rust in the minds
To sow the smell of love
in the air,
You should be here
Of course ,
"To swear to think to share
to live and to punish!!"
Ramesh H.K
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