Our pleasure is political
Our presence anarchy
Our smile a rebellion
Our hair A revolution
Our blood our fire
Our blackness A force to be reckoned with
Our joy to them is a declaration of war
Our resilience an act of political warfare
Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built
They don't like when we take back control
Then turn it into freedom
Their existence is threatened
By how we embrace our blackness
They can't handle when we love
Being black
Because its something they can't
Have
Be
Or steal
No matter how hard they try
Their envy betrays them
Every time they oppress us
Kill us
Target us
When they discriminate us
They know the only way they can feel superior
Is by trying to make us feel inferior
That's Our power
Joy and laughter
no crown endures, no throne remains,
Death levels all, in silent chains.
Immortal dreams, mortal frail,
In shadow's grasp, all faces pale.
A king may rule with gilded might,
Yet he, too, fades in endless night.
A beggar’s plea, a child’s cry,
All echo faint when time runs dry.
The sky looks down, impartial, cold,
On fleeting power, on treasures sold.
Why bow to pride, why grasp at gold,
When dust reclaims both young and old?
Each name inscribed, each title claimed,
Will vanish soon, like candles tamed.
The strong oppress, the weak retreat,
Yet all are ash beneath time’s feet.
Death whispers soft, a song so clear,
A final truth all hearts must hear:
No difference marks the high or low
In death, all paths to silence go.
Yet in this truth, a freedom gleams,
For life’s no more than borrowed dreams.
And while we walk this fragile span,
We’re kin, not masters man to man.
The Real Monsters
We are afraid of fire breathing dragons and scaly lizards.
Things that go bump in the night. Shadow creatures
who live under our beds and in our closets. Yeti
and Big Foot. Pale ghosts and poltergeists.
Chupacabra’s and vampires. Blood red
demons with pitchforks and horns.
Imaginary monsters that
can do us no real harm.
Why do we fear
them.
What we should be afraid of are people who chose evil.
MS13 and coyotes that traffic in human misery.
Corporate media giants that censor speech. Corrupt
politicians who sell us out to foreign countries.
School boards that label parents terrorists.
Dictators that oppress. Political correctness.
Murders, abusers, gossips, embezzelers.
Wars, hatred and genocide.
We should fear these. For
they are the
real
monsters.
Shattering the Unbroken Cycle
Bully's shadow looms, a pervasive stain
across all sectors, absurd, yet sustained
Governments and schools deny workers' rights
incentives, facilities, and dignity's light
Seniors torment juniors with blows and pain
emotional scars, hunger, and shame's stain
Educators wound with words, with physical might
abuse and fear, a toxic, endless night
Domestic walls conceal violence and despair
husbands, wives, and shattered vows laid bare
Governments neglect, oppress, and deny
basic rights, humanity, and a chance to thrive
Even sacred spaces hide oppression's face
wealth and power, a sharp, humiliating knife's pace
Do we bully for fleeting power's sake?
Is happiness not our purpose, our heart's ache?
Can't we choose kindness, unity, and love?
Break bully's chains, send humanity from above
You are Yehovah God the Eternal.
What You were You will continue to be;
That which you are now you will always be.
Therefore, I am not afraid.
Let the high mountains fall down.
Let the deepest seas dry up.
Let fire consume all the earth.
Let the flood wash all away.
Let my enemies oppress.
I will not tremble and fear.
Yehovah you are my refuge and strength.
The Powerful & The Powerless
A tiny girl looks up
and stares at the sky
She hears loud noise and sirens
But she doesn’t understand why.
She is still so very tiny
That she can barely talk.
She still drinks from a bottle
And has just learned to walk.
Her brothers and sisters are small too
Coming from a loving family
But that family has no hope
Of defeating the enemy.
Men so big and powerful
Who have military might
With guns and drones and bombs
That they cowardly use at night.
Evil ones give money
For tanks to run people down.
All the powerless have to defend themselves
Is a stone they pick from the ground.
Then the powerful seize the stone thrower
And imprison that small one.
They humiliate the helpless one
Cause for them, that is fun.
Some pretend to be victims
Using lies about their past
As an excuse to oppress others
Who aren’t in their power class.
But those who’ve truly been oppressed
Instinctively give a hand
Because having their face kicked to the ground
Is something they understand.
The color of love will prevail: we, white,
black, yellow, red, shall pacify the clash
between good folks and ignorant, white trash,
haters who oppress others without right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with light (like a delivering flash!)
swiftly tearing down hate with a loud crash,
silencing bigotry's bark, and racism's slight.
For none can dismantle the message of
bold, fearless Youth who challenge the old view,
and share a new worldview proclaiming love,
justice, and equal rights we never knew.
Our tribes can live in peace and rise above
as one, working together as one hue.
Sleepless at night thinking empty
Listening the rain sounds at night
Mouth is useful enough to assist
The lightning was striking
The snow storms are thick
The melting glacer at the ocean
Making high tide
The species are dancing joyous
Swimming at wide current
The weather started to calm
The thunderstorms are gone
My mind still thinking
For the bright future to calm
Sitting here at my room
Listening the sound of dawn
Feeling the cold weather at night
And the heater was on
Bringing a good relaxing mind
Thinking nothing but happiness
In the near future
The oppress night just begun
Melting like the glacer in the ocean...
When it comes to peace
Know who and what enters your heart
We are strive for tranquility
Yet sometimes life can tear us apart
Know that life can at times oppress us
I'n your soul you have to find the courage to be strong
Happiness is always a choice we can make
One that will never steer us wrong
Love and hate have been battling for years…each one struggling for control
each side hoping to govern our hearts and minds…and take control of our souls.
I am on the side of love…and its cousins acceptance and humanity…
but It’s not easy standing up to hate…and its cousins prejudice and bigotry.
We must, however,
because lately hate has been speaking with a louder…angrier voice..
which means…
for all of us who believe in love…
it’s time to make a choice.
To all the people hate is targeting…know this…it is you I’m thinking of….
and as others oppress you with their hate…I offer you my love.
And I encourage others to do the same
to unite our voices and actions in defense of the word we want to create…
It’s time for the voices of love…
to speak louder…and drown out the voices of hate.
We’ve waited long enough people….
now is the time to begin…
if our children are to have the future we hope for them
we cannot let hate win.
If you’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting
I ask…
what are you waiting for?
Hate has been winning too many battles….
It’s time for love…to win the war.
Who can resist the call of ocean waves
whispering as they lap against the shore?
Who can stand firm against that which enslaves?
Return passionate melody ardor?
How many men have heard the Sirens’ song
leaving wondering kith and ken behind?
How did their fateful journey hold so long
to oppress their minds and tighten the bind?
Who can repeat sweet nothings of wafture
that solos its secret, seductive song?
Who can resist the traction of rigor
that intones one’s soul to follow along?
Can from the heights of Icarus one dive
to the depths of Poseidon and survive ?
Until this day, your thoughts remain,
But are you a hero or a villain?
Are you one who laid his life
For his people or for his wife?
Your death paved for a revolution
But was it really the resolution?
Was it the quell for your people's grief
Or the death of their own belief?
Were you a martyr on the cross
Or to your dear land, you brought loss?
Were your great ideals really treasured
Or your critics were only censured?
May the greatness of your vision
Light the hearts of your congregation
This land needs no blood to spill
It does not need a life to kill
This land needs no honor to oppress
What it needs is a warm embrace
For in chaos, there's only death
But in peace there is free breath
August 21, 2023
In commemoration of this day and about 40 years ago
O Holy Spirit, Comforter divine,
In every moment, be thou ever mine,
When darkness looms and fears assail,
Let thy sweet presence never fail.
When sorrow comes and tears do flow,
And all my strength doth ebb and go,
Be thou my light, my rock, my stay,
To guide me safely on my way.
In times of trouble and distress,
When anxious thoughts my soul oppress,
Come to my aid with gentle grace,
And lift me up to see thy face.
When doubts and fears and sins abound,
And guilt and shame weigh heavy down,
Pour forth thy mercy, grace, and love,
And lead me to thy throne above.
In moments of temptation strong,
When evil thoughts would lead me wrong,
Strengthen my will, renew my heart,
And let thy truth and peace impart.
In life's last moments, when I die,
And face the judgment of the Most High,
Be thou my guide, my hope, my plea,
And lead me to eternity.
O Holy Spirit, Comforter divine,
In every moment, be thou ever mine,
Let thy sweet presence ever stay,
And guide me on life's winding way.
Congressperson Tlieb, what's going on
What's doing on the White House lawn
Oh, we're defending the Palestinians
They're being slaughtered like American Indians
The Israels know how to oppress and repress
Our people's requests meet no redress
Well, Ms. Tlieb, lots of luck with all that ~
Ditch Hamas, Hezbollah, Saudi and Iran ~ Then
We'll address all your problems in a brief little chat
Sunday’s an auspicious day to suggest
that you, as a student, take a recess
In order to try and decompress
from our studying and stress
Now, of course, if you’re so possessed,
or some might even say obsessed,
you could study for a test,
we all want to do our best
but some work habits can oppress
and leave one all depressed
Just take a needed rest
and if your needs are unaddressed
get caressed when you’re undressed
some would have that thought suppressed
or simply left it unexpressed
but under oath I would attest
and to a priest I have confessed
all my roommates acquiesced
that for relaxation it’s the best
and quickest way to get unstressed
there a hundred things I could suggest
you type “A”s tend to make everything a contest
in this, there are no professors for you to impress
this isn’t a competitive, academic trap, trick or jest
I just know that, on Monday, this girl will be refreshed
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