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Jonny Hawke Poem
Land of the free,
and home of the brave.
A great title for a nation,
but what of a slave?
Not just those of the past,
those too, but no,
people enslaved now
to the prejudice we all know.
This is no land of the free
and no home of the brave
when this flag we fly free
shows the hate that we crave.
A hatred so painful,
so hurtful and cruel,
that no God and no Devil
could compare to that duel.
Yes all lives matter,
that fact is true,
but why talk about all
when those dying are in the few?
We cannot say:
"all lives matter"
when a sub-sect of that
causes your world to shatter.
Black lives matter
no more than you,
but when it comes to the law
if you're white, then what's new?
We've had rights all this time,
no systemic oppression.
Now is not the time
to start this suppression.
Black lives matter
and so do you,
so why when they call out
can they not depend on you?
A fluke,
you're done,
no more lying when it matters.
Your time is up,
we've all heard your chatter.
I'd like to be honest,
just tell me your truth,
if all lives matter,
then tell me, do you?
Does he? Does she? Does anyone to you?
Or is this all just you
denying?
This is no land of the free.
It is home of the fake.
And never will it be free
until you see your mistake.
Oh, and what a wonderful day that will be.
Copyright © Jonny Hawke | Year Posted 2016
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Jonny Hawke Poem
I found the feelings freezer burned;
I never thought I would’ve turned,
But it’s a crazy world we’ve learned
And I just want to trust you.
Control my thoughts and curse the days
I contemplate my busy ways,
But you despise the holidays
And I just want to love you.
Suspicion with no heartbreak;
Submission just for my sake;
Salutations, desperation;
I have not the will to fly.
Lost in my own scenarios,
I’m going crazy, no one knows.
We’re bound by our heavy souls,
And I’ll drown so you’ll love me.
This saying might just keep me sane:
“In the eye of the hurricane
There’s quiet,” I’ll feel no more pain?
And you’ve died just to stop me.
It’s time for our conclave.
Undress me and I’ll be brave.
So tell me just one little thing:
Do I die for love today?
Copyright © Jonny Hawke | Year Posted 2016
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