Short Kinsmen Poems

I have surrendered my arrow 
My kinsmen all death row 
Life is worth roe 
like eating meat raw 
Fight not like no guns tomorrow...

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When will my time come
When I shall no more receive 
 Cloths from friends who think
mine are rags.
And when shall I be call by
My father’s name among 
His kinsmen when he die 
And left me to take his place....

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A nation of great wealth
Dominated by the poor

A nation sired by and betrothed to water
Dying of thirst

The food basket of aliens
Hungry are its citizens

Amongst her kinsmen
She claims to be the greatest

Piloted by the blind
Ruled by the weak-hearted
Guarded by the coward
What a crippled giant!...

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THE
WARM SUN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


As I sit here embracing the warm sun
I ask where have all those souls gone
I once could count  a hundred friends
Or related kinsmen knowing no end


Silently and quietly they all left
Victims of times unending theft
Its only a matter of time you see
When time will end its search for me...

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This is power in words that speak the truth 
begging to the bone of its essence cold justice 
a brain washed mass of society have followed the pied piper 
when certain rights have been removed 
time is running out for real democracy 
to be in any shade effective 
corruption is the source of chaos 
when we allow serial killers to kill our kinsmen...

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Who can curse the panga?
With it we defend our territory 
Who can bless the panga?
By it we lost our kinsmen 
Trounce 
Bounce 
Butcher 
Who can love or hate the panga 
Roll
Troll  
Wail 
Who doesnt one a panga?
war
woes
foes 
The pangas we keep for our privilege
The monsters that tear our tatters 
As we cut our adversary our brothers perish...

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he stood and watched
while our self esteem dropped
and we started following the rules of the white man

befriending the yellow man
didn't do us any good either
the smartest amongst us sit,study and calculate
get the nation ready
for a time when the tables will turn

our little ones are ignorant to our cause
because they have been watching too much tv
i call upon all my kinsmen
my dark skin can't take this....

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 Somewhere there is a field,
in that field there is a stone.
The men that lie beneath it,
are men that are unknown.
This solemn stone holds words 
and those words it holds are few.
But those few words it holds,
are words that hold so true.

THESE BRAVE MEN STOOD UNITED
AND UNITED THEY GAVE ALL.
IN HOPES THEIR KINSMEN WOULD REMEMBER,
IF DIVIDED THEY WILL FALL.



2/15/21...

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BROTHER JACK

Just and passionate 
A true outdoorsman year around
Cannot change his iron will—it’s like a force of nature
Kinsmen treasure his stalwart company and joy of cooking

Big man with grace in strength
Roars the engine when he waits too long
Only reads in the dead of night
Takes kids out to ski without a grumble
Holds a glass each day to toast the dusk
Escapes the winter to fish the Gulf Coast
Rigs up shelters for wandering bluebirds...

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The crown looks worried,
The subjects are questioning,
The village is deserted
But the kinsmen keep on playing
The same old drums,
The same drum that led our ancestors to their doom
The same drums that led to wars and calamities,
The same drums that marked an end to peace
The same drums that scared women and children out of their homes, 
The same drums which declared us slaves in our homeland
The same drums…………….

……..BY Gama Leo……....

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It was a sad day 
a day darker than the dead of a night 
a day of confusion 
feet denied the adorning protection 
what was meant for the feet became the burden of the hand 
it was a race were baton can't be changed 
the vulture having it's day 
the pullet denied shelter 
it was the survival of the fittest 
souls crying to be saved 
aftermath of death and agony 
indelible it stuck on the walls 
like wild gum on tree trunks 
negligent of the kinsmen....

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Brutally battered and beaten
Long, long way from home
Aching inside hurts more than lashes and reaping
Children and wife long gone
Kept in chains, freedom done gone

Hide! Hide! No time for larking
Ink black nights, and days of running
Shouting, shooting, dogs a-barking.

Stop by the river, wade in the water
Tubman sends canoe and more kinsmen come
Over the river to Canada’s shelter
Reunited with children…, and wife done come
Yes!  Freedom done come.  Freedom done come...

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I live in times
When friends are few
and foes are friendly
When the law is a lie
and liars are true
When brothers are bloody
and sisters sinister
they forbid the pap they shared
and hunt after themselves

I live in times
When rivers are fenced
and oceans caged
When kinsmen beg for alms
at the gate of an illustrious son
When smiles are poisonous
And bitterness masked within
When tears are fun
can't wet a hardened heart

I live in times
When normality has changed...

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