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Ben Simmons Poem
I am a modern day warrior.
My mind is my sword.
My words are my shield.
I do not battle on fields of strife.
My battlefield is that of ignorance and oppression.
I do not fight on display in coliseums.
My battles are that of discussion and reason.
I will never fight for king and country.
My only master is the truth of knowledge.
The battles I fight do not end in victory or defeat.
My truth is not so black and white.
I do not reside in a fortress.
I only exist only as ink, sound and code.
My fight is not for fame, gold or jewels.
The only reward I seek is validation.
I do not fight evil or injustice.
My only fight is for the truth of the world.
I am a modern day warrior.
When I am slain in battle,
I may fade from memory but my achievements will live on for eternity.
Copyright © Ben Simmons | Year Posted 2012
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Ben Simmons Poem
Sight Pt1
I weep
for I see the world unlike others do
I am different, I am special
I am not crippled with vaunted views.
they see the world with contact eyes
they see with colour and with light
yet they miss the majesty around them
and judge in black and white.
I see just like the others
vision is still my friend
yet I cannot bring myself
to see just as my kin.
My existence is a solemn one
as I see as shades of grey
I glimpse the world unlike they do
every single day.
My glances are not imposed
by the reasoning of man
I see my world around me
as time and glass and sand.
I do not judge my brother
who did kiss another man
nor do I bequeath my mother
with tattoos all up her hands.
I cannot understand a father
who judges those below
or those who follow his teachings
everywhere they go.
I rail against injustice
each and every day
and strive to mend the fences
of those I may dismay.
But my existence is a troubled one
of you I do implore
do hear my word for I talk
until I speak no more.
I do not live a life
of pomp or pedigree
my life is that of troubled minds
of this you may well see.
I met someone of sun bleached skin
hair dark as ebony
here our tail doth now turn
they view life as grey like me.
one cannot simply juxtapose
such beauty and such strife
I cannot simply understand why
they would take their life.
Yet one day across the sea
we saw a man of might
white and black and stoic was he
come to crush out light.
he broached our shores, with boats and oars
most running for their life
yet some remain to fight the rain
we held off day and night.
In a street we fight alone
forlorn of families and friends
against his wraith we do both dread
a solution to the end.
A frightful flash of ebony
and a knife as sharp as words
raise high into the night dear friend
and then there was no more.
I see a gash, a fearful sigh
in pitch darkness
or in bright of light
O' the horror and the fright.
Ebony has left this plane
although heaven isn't quite germane
the gift that was left behind
shall forever be within my mind.
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Ben Simmons Poem
Sight Pt2
Of this gift I do now tell
but not of duress or strife
Ebony did show the world
and brought it to the light.
As Ebony lay there dying
uttering words of writ
I see the knife that caused such strife
red smeared on all of it.
Words cannot entail
all that did go on
"I bleed so that you may see"
uttered softly as a song
Colour took purchase on the world
however all I could endure
was to take one last look into those eyes
until they shut once more.
The sight of Ebonys' blood
had brought our oppressor to his knees
"O' why could I not see past my vaunted views
please save Ebony!"
His request I could not appease
for Ebony had meet a final hour
I turn and shake my head
The man did cry and shout and cower
I then turn to the man
colour bursting in my stare
I saw the man for what he was
A father stripped most bare.
I cannot judge this man for he has lost his progeny
nor could I condemn for a hand this tragedy
I looked upon this man sullen with his ilk
and resolved to tell that there is still help.
I shared with him my gift
of which I hold most dear
To a hollow and a broken man
filled with hate and fear.
He resisted at first
like men are taught to do
but soon his gaze widened
with reds and greens and blues.
"O' I have been so wrong' he bellows
fixing me with his stare
his gaze pieced my eyes
filled with both hope and despair.
He had been so wrong
but it's what he was taught to do
a sullen man repents his crimes
he has nothing left to lose.
I sit here now on the grave of hope
spilling soul to pen
recounting the damage caused
by the vaunted views of men
I see now in colour, not grey or blacks or white.
It only took real love to truly show me sight
but now life is quite sad, but that I can endure.
for I will carry my gift, from now to evermore.
Copyright © Ben Simmons | Year Posted 2012
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