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[Allusions to Matthew 5:26, Luke 12:54]
I heard the church bell ring,
saw neighbors go in and sing,
felt forgiveness of the Lord
course through my sinful veins.
I was freed from the pains
I caused everyone for living,
and I moved on down the road.
Soon, a car pulled up by my side.
The Old Man asked, "Need a ride?"
"No thank you, Satan." I replied.
"I'm on my way to the Cross.
My suffering is no great loss,
nor my death a great surprise
to the righteous yonder, I surmise."
"Your choice, but please remember,
I am always at your service."
His demeanor made me nervous.
I replied, "Your service costs too much.
Better you be in my service
than any soul be in yours",
and I hied on down the road
Categories:
reparations, forgiveness, religion, religious,
Form: Rhyme
aka
~ 'Where's my $1.2 million, Gov?! ~
Governor Newsom won't back reparations
Says they are so much more than
'mere' financial machinations ...
A 'committee' made a fool of La-La-Landers
with $$$$ proposals backed by buckets of sand ~
Governor Newsom, their phony front-man
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Note: 'DOA' (in the title) = Dead on Arrival
Categories:
reparations, money, moving on, racism,
Form: Rhyme
Can we ever truly right the wrongs of the past?
Seems to me what was done cannot be undone,
And I am not a proponent of crippling remorse
So, let’s just face facts, as they were, and resolve
To learn from our mistakes, moving steadily on.
Must we pay the price for our ancestors’ follies,
Recalling that reparations will never be enough?
After all, we cannot reach those who were hurt,
We cannot undo their terrible pain and suffering.
I am convinced we must not reward poor excuses
Who wallow in unnecessary self-pity over time,
But reward those who rise above their travesties
Working toward equal rights and responsibilities
For the civil betterment of our inclusive society.
Written July 31, 2022
Categories:
reparations, america, angst, feelings, how
Form: Blank verse
Egypt, please pay off the Jewish people...in pyramids
chirr...….chirr.....chirr
Categories:
reparations, irony, jewish,
Form: Free verse
yours truly of course trolling, try
ying to stay afloat sigh
ying with forlorn resignation
as the air supply
precipitously abba salute lee
decreased, thru challenge
hang IP course
to bridge (yar
suspended animus) bee
tween das father,
and first born daughter,
this papa analogously stranded
amidst the imagined
raging river Kwai
clinging stubby phalanges
pinned tingled, pinched,
numbed gnarled slip
eerily gripping, clinging,
and aching fingerhut toes
did severely cramp
'pon glacial parental frieze,
plus notepad kept
in shirt pocket
ocean spray got damp
fortunately, these digitized
with binary stamp
portfolio of poems
didst dry by lamp
light, nsync with external
hard drive secured
multi media stored data
from this scamp
purring adventurer of amp
pull lat hood,
the high seas across
world wide web, I did tramp.
Categories:
reparations, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Elegy