Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus:
I remember listening to an orator on a city bus:
he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters;
he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans,
exposing themselves as hallowed saints in a niche,
when they should have been thrown into a ditch!
Before I attempted to please others,
I realized how naive I was to offer praises:
I had one God to serve, not several gods
who took the appearance of pure divinity;
they had a shining halo over their heads...
ensuing much fear, accusing me of inequity!
Before I had a childish and overt personality,
I trusted anyone and laughed with anybody...
until their derision filled me up with anger;
I broke my connection, realizing it wasn't fair!
Before I diverged from the wrong and dangerous path,
I didn't recognize my naiveness, neither I felt bad vibes;
I helplessly fell into a deep ravine full of vicious vipers:
what spared me death was the laughter of Lady Macbeth!
Categories:
recantation, allusion, conflict, culture, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
An avid student of Copernicus
And keen observer of the universe,
The founding father of astronomy,
Philosopher and polymath was he.
Punished by Urban for his heresy,
For his heliocentric the-o-ry,
He appeared before the Inquisition
Which required his public recantation.
Imprisoned, muttered :”and yet it moves”
But this false recantation nothing proves.
Categories:
recantation, history, stars,
Form: Rhyme
Africa mother Africa
Africa of scrumptious haven
Slowly stretched
Into an unscrupulous savannah
Africa of whom my grandmothers
Now sits and cry
Singing her present gore
Silhouette against her ancient glory
Your blood flows on our streets
And on our streams
Your beautiful black blood
That in time past flows in our veins
Africa that birthed warriors
Of ancestral citations
Now puppets of millennium recantation
The sweats of your toils
The scars from your slavery
The cry for your freedom
How come this has now
Transformed into a mastery
Of your present folly
You whose back was bent
To pack from her plenteous plantation
Now breaks in the continuous bid
To pick form her present carnage
Categories:
recantation, africa, conflict, hurt,
Form: Narrative
JUSTIFYING OUR ACTIONS,
HOW IS IT VIEWED?
AS A PUBLIC RECANTATION OF INNOCENCE,
OR AN EXONERATION OF GUILT?
ITS A MIXTURE OF INCIPIENT LIES,
ONE BIRTHING ANOTHER WITH CAUTION,
TRYING TO POSTULATE THE TRUTH.
ENVISION THE CLEVER DECEPTION,
THE MASKED CHARADE OF SAFE HARBOR,
AND THE PERPLEX IRONY OF IT ALL.
THE FEAR THAT LEADS TO TRUTH IS GUILT,
THE POWER OF GUILT IS IN YOUR MIND,
AND CONSCIENCE IS OUR ADVOCATE.
CONCEPTUALIZE THE WORLD
DEVOUT TO HONEST INTENTIONS,
AND PEACEFUL RECONCILIATION.
WHERE WOULD WE BE?
Categories:
recantation, life, peace, people, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?