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Survival In the Midst of Ignorance

My prayers are not asking you to
 
save me from my enemy.
 
My children have turned their backs.
 
They praise dance with many
 
Adversaries-
 
When they need be refuking,
 
protesting and rebuking.
 
Among-st those who fight against me-
 
be my offspring.
 
I fear not the man who
 
I already know to be the beast
 
While my eyes follow my historical foe:
 
Those created in my womb,go
 
behind my back sign treaties with known
 
enemies
 
Chiding our valuable place in history. 
 
They do not want to know how they got here-
 
They do not care.The nature 

of the beast consumes them.
 
Eyes full of temptations we 

kept their butts covered,
 
and gave them what we could never have.
 
Instead of gratitude they give us latitude  
 
we cannot reach them.
 
They love the enemy, like a favorite pet-
 
Stroking the dog and biting
 
the hand that feeds them wisdom.
 
We walked miles with no shoes -
 
Prayed for our families-
 
Now our families-prey on us
 
With every thing handed to
 
them through the struggle;
 
Our children render our efforts
 
useless and in vain.
 
Vanity be thou sanity 
 
Consuming life from 

the top shelves in cafe's...
 
Thinking non -sober thoughts-
 
Who knows why we now be despise.
 
Deaf are their ears when they hear our names;
 
Holding us accountable, For the shame. 
 
Never ready for the change.
 
My prayer now is;
 
God save me from my people:
 
The joy that settled in my
 
accomplishments is now
 
unsettled disappointment,
 
disturbing !
 
They want to have 

their cake crumbs
 
and eat them too.
 
Save us from the

 disgrace of how they
 
discount all we've sacrificed - 

We made it through
 
and we have shown our 

strength against all odds
 
How now they praise-

dance with the enemy
 
They drink no more 

from separate fountains
 
Never sat in the balcony-
 
never knew the colored section;
 
Never stood on buses.
 
Those of us who never found a soft
 
place to land in the concrete jungles;
 
 have lined your bottoms with cushion's
 
from the sacrifices and suffering we
 
endured.
 
Watching you again discount us as you
 
leave us to the ridicule of your own judgment.
 
As you praise dance with those
 
who aspire to see your detriment.
 
Never before have so many brave elders
 
have had to watch their own children rob
 
them of their glory and dignity.
 
Even an imbecilic knows when he's better off.
 
That's the sad difference between an
 
slow learner and a fool.
 
A fool never cares nor takes responsibility..
 
The slow learner finally learns.
 
And is delighted to be enlightened.
 
Where the fool continues
 
to waddle blissfully in his own ignorance -
 
Resenting all who shed light on the
 
error of his ways....
 
Those who have his best interest -
 
Become his stumbling block.  
 
Difficult now for them to blame others;
 
With bright lights shining on stupidity--
 
We give them proof-
 
blinded and overwhelmed
 
by the truth-they are not interested our story
 
Never realizing that while their
 
stubborn heads were buried-in the sand.
 
We still have to stand-- guard
 
over their protruding azzes 
 
Until my children have learned  
 
where they fit in on earth,
 
and what they are truly worth
 
they will continue " Praise-
 
Dancing" with the enemies
 
They will continue to be as eaglet's
 
flapping around the yard ,
 
clucking with the chickens...
 
never soaring-never getting off the ground
 
Bewildered by our "diminutive etymology":
 
The Elders and The Ancestors;
 
We look dumbfounded,and mutter....
 
"Where did we go Wrong" ?

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If God Gives Up On Us

IF GOD GIVES UP ON US

Open season
the games have begun
We be target practice
Shoot randomly
no penalty

Kill at will
...if you will
Lives don't
matter to the people
you're chanting to

Kill for thrill
new sport
Kill at will
...if you think
Lives matter
watch the gavel...
justice not served

Makes no difference
if they get sacked
Big money got their backs
Now who has that kind if cash ?

Thumb twiddles, sitting down
eyes watching God's moves
"God's going to get them people"
That is what God said: He also
said: "faith without works is dead'

Earth disturbers in combat boots
Serial killers with badges in blue suits
commissioned for this mission
rewarded with loot.

The makers of tragedies on 9/11
twin towers. Afghanistan and
the embassy in Kenya ...World Trade
Center and the list goes on.
By the way who's funding Boko Haram?
They have better weapons than the whole
Naja Militia.

Desensitized people, frightened and numb
Worldwide genocide irrespective of person
religion or gender.
When bombs go off, bodies drop
buildings fall.
What if the grid breaks?
What if he does not re-create
anyone smart enough to fix it.?

Those people who one day
gets paid, to kill those people,
Who pays you to kill them people
and them people to kill you....

Somebody is paying people,
to make less people
and paying people -
to make less people etc...
until there is less people.
Only the people on the left,
are left.
And the leftover people.

Then no more people left.
and the green grass grew all around all around ....
and the green grass grew all around

IF God Gives Up ON US...

What might he do, send us back into the
black hole. Take the power back from the Sun?

Reverse the magnetic magnitude of the moon
There'll be no separation of day from
night, there'd be no more chances to get life right.

If God gives up on us it would
serve us deserving. No intercession
for your transgressions.

Just send us back into oblivion;
Erase us like we had never come.?
Dauntless disobedience, and foul
acts mocking his earthly domain
Diverging from Gods plan
Ignoring truth, man abusing man.

What if God would wait
one million years before
he launched another plan
and like the dinosaurs
we'd be - Just another species
from ancient times and lands.

What if God gave up on us...?

and sent us back into the
dust, and the only memories
left, would be the writings
in ancient books.
Ancient books no-one could decipher.

...and the green grass grew all around all around
and the green

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The Melody of Love

Love plays different melodies.. 
Music to which lovers respond..
  
Instrumental, is the harp, 
the flute, and the drum.
 
Listen with your ears, for
your heart may skip a beat
. 
Listen with your eyes,eyes will 
always see.

Hear with your whole being, 
the melody of love.
 
The Drum will beat out 
warnings..

As the harp beckons 
to you,.."come"!!
 
The flute will calm a 
distressed soul... 

But only the melody of unity 
can strike that blessed chord.
 
Unity and passion can 
fulfill the empty soul.

While the melody of love 
unheard, is sad.

Opened ears will make songs glad.... 
When we move our feet together, 

our hearts will dance in unison 
If we hear love’s melody

with unguarded hearts - 
To the love we shall sub-come.

We contemplate the music 
of loves sweet refrain.
 
Together we make music 
of melodious adoration,

As our creator's love 
has no limitations.

You whistle the same 
bars and measures.
 
As I lay and calmly hum.
We be tuned as one- 

We become 
as a symphony, 

to which our 
heartstrings strum.

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When My Words Are More Than Heard

WHEN MY WORDS ARE MORE THAN HEARD

 When my words act as proverbs
When my verbs are heard.
When the simple become wise
When my people listen to reason
And no longer follow folly.
When my adjectives invoke action, 
Instead of reaction.
When young eyes are opened 
To the riddles of the wise.
When a mother's words are adhered to. 
When exhortations, means more than mere suggestions!
Recognizing it as a calling forth, a coming near.
Till' those who have ears will no longer hate knowledge; 
But embrace my words as wise sons
And daughters. Children of my proverbs will 
Use my words to form shields against the wicked-ones.
Ones who seek to destroy you.
So, gather together as sticks In a bundle. 
Noticing what we have in common, as we
Are stronger as one. 
When my words call you away from harm,
And you ignore my warnings.
There will be some who will take my words as trill...
And throw the solutions in the garbage, as wasted verbiage
My proverbs need now be heard and heeded.
Not wait until you realize they're needed.
Do not look for me in the midst of the storm...
For I and I shall be gone.! leaving the sirens on.

Best Poems Written by Vicki Acquah

Survival In the Midst of Ignorance

Pointing To the Problems

Tongue Study

Light Years

Nana Africa

Pigeon Poop

Imminent Grief

If God Gives Up On Us

The Melody of Love

When My Words Are More Than Heard