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Marlene Swartz Poem
If they come ? They will come ...for one of us !
Forceful to take over
Offering strikes of violent torchered wars .
For if they will come ? They will come for one of us !
Claiming to prioritise our human behaviour action's
In life ...of our yesterday into our today's
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Ready they will be standing bold in absurd form ready
To hear ,no negotiation , peace bell rolling off
Our hearts soul of human tongue.
For war and punishment is all they already have in mind.
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Aggressive tactics...they are willing to explore .
Snatching our humanity , while they delivering their
Intergration war upon our human right's
For its empathy they lack and trauma
Pain is all they willing to serve in an
Empty prison sell , with no Lock's nor chains
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Knowing they have to auto flame ,booms of fear
For our voices is no longer ours, our tongues
Along with thought's ,they have stolen away and the law of injustice gloom over the world ,darker then the living day .
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Copyright © Marlene Swartz | Year Posted 2025
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Marlene Swartz Poem
We are a mosaic of lanuages
Skin tone ,histories and wounded
Puzzle pieces that the world keeps trying
To force into shape in which we were
Never meant to hold .
Some of us inherit silence , some inherit storms
But all of us inherit a world
That forgets how fragile a life can be .
For we grow up learning
That borders can be thicker than blood
That justice can be blind in all the wrong ways
That freedom is a word spoken
More often that it is lived
And yet despite oppression heavy hands
Despite the coldness that settles
Into the bones of societies ... humans still rise .
Rise ! Yes ... We rise with stubborn hope
Like grass cracking through forgotten asphalt
We rise in protest , in whispers ,for one another
When the world keep insisting , we pull apart .
Because even in a world bruised ,by discrimination
There are hands that hold
Voices that soften , eyes that still see the humanity
In strangers .Peace is not a finish line
It is the slow , trembling courage
To meet cruelty with compassion
To break cycles older than our grandparents grief
To look at someone different
And still call them neighbor , family or friend with saving .
The diversity of humanity
Is not the season we struggle
It is the reason we survive ,a thousand cultures
A million stories , and still one truth
We are connected by the same
Quiet need to be safe ,to be loved , to be seen as whole
Amd maybe peace begins
Not in governments or speeches
But in ,soft revolution of everyday hearts .
The one that refuse to close , refuse to forget ,that another world is possible.
In this century of noise ,maybe learn again how to listen .
In this century of shadows ,may we choose to be the light and in this century of great division may we remember, that humanity in all its color's , scars , language , and dreams has always been
One long unfinished poem
Still learning how to heal ... Line by line .
Copyright © Marlene Swartz | Year Posted 2025
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Change was among the few of my concerns ... As I have lost, every human rights given unto me by entry of birth into this world .
It was as if the communication of my birth right up to adulthood had... Oh well ! A broken telephone line connection , struggling to find common ground of peace with modern technology verse the stone -age time lapse within my present space on earth .
For violence and oppression, discrimination is the biggest war thief weiry in this God forsaken world,as silence is more resilient to pursuit my exit role to what I am to be,to what the cold wicked world paint me out to be .
Lonely this live truely is ,for my soul is history dictatorship of a Civil War Society that will never win freedom of rights as war in fear is bloodshed gloom of each me and you for I am you and you are to be you ,and free we meant to be . For its our birth right gift of breathe given unto us by entry .
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Once the sunrise walked beside us , soft as untouched dawn on our shoulders . Where justice warm in our blood whispered her tired truth .
But something shifted in the spine of the world . A chain broke that ... I witness amoung thee earth . Whipping earth with its iron rod violence of power for all to taste with a side dish pulling humanity backwards ,barefoot through the dust into the shadows of fear and all we could do is watch our freedom dying dim like a lantern , flickering against the wind of cruelty while the world grew heartless in it's hunger . Feeding on the trembling of the vulnerable , for freedom was not just a figment of our memory anymore . It's like a ghost has erased it from our existence along with the winds of time .
Our elders warned us of storms carried by times of the future. Where kindness would die . Empathy would rot to nothingnes even justice would dissolve without sound . Leaving only a stain behind on this earth of oh well our indifference to a world whom is hollow now . A carcass with no spirit inside . Not of sun , not of soul , not of memory ... We merly exist only as remnants . For not even our nightmares will come to save us .
A dead world drifting in a dead air you and I walk . I bet in this soulless realm time does not move . Its our illusion which betray us ... that we decay and allow everything to collapse into itself . A slow implosion of everything that ever mattered for I no longer cry unto this grey cold world for I am simply empthy. A hollow vessel closing my eyes unto the universe whom died long time before I even noticed it cross bow road .
Brick by brick equality begs at close doors . Mmh and resilience kept rising through ache as I remain to stay blind as freedom was never a privilege but a birthright. Oh how has discrimination learned us by names before some of us even had spoken because humanity is not yet done breathing peace though it seem unreal today waiting for us in the space beyond feat and the ashes of the world cruelty to release her for that I may open my eyes and watch the world bloom for you and I to dare to dream again of universal peace of a world whom is already dead .
Copyright © Marlene Swartz | Year Posted 2025
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