Black Poetry : 226,000

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  1. byin

    byin Member MEMBER

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    226,000

    Choked by the fingers of Babylon,
    i struggle to breathe
    gasping for air
    the water in me
    leaks
    and drips
    and
    drains
    me of spirit
    tenuous tenacles strangle
    then emit
    a lethal transfusion
    of greed and confusion
    simese twins who now flow freely
    powered by the "thump" of my heartbeat.
    They breed
    and thrive
    and off of complacency they survive
    They laugh;
    high on saccharine smiles
    and water our seeds with selfish greed
    seasons soon change and up sprout weeds
    that we
    pluck and place
    on the boneyard altar
    of
    a necrotic society;
    whose bottom line
    the fruits of our flesh feather
    with the liquid of their veins
    number of their days
    toiling earnestly in ignorance
    of true evil's way
    Merged; ive allowed this marriage...of sorts
    and without preemptive thought
    it's till death do us part

    Taxes tax everyone, even the homeless
    as forgotten numbers they linger:
    ignored and dismissed
    official squatters on the unofficial census
    digits just abiding from day to day
    though its 7 to 9 % on that sandwich or bottle they'll pay
    highjacked an extorted with no representation or say
    unless a concrete pillow
    is a fair an adequate trade
    And 226,000 Captains of Babylon sleep tight...tonight
    they dream of commanding air space
    and our blue skies
    of flinging eagles
    and dead men
    on the chests of debtor nations-
    and ponder
    patriotic battallions
    that will do their bidding
    objectivly speaking
    they seek no monetary return
    instead they harvest
    that nations first born
    who will work in factories for meager coin
    making products babylonians pay taxes on
    226,000 rich and well fed
    with the world as their oyster and its people as their slaves
    Yes we
    the uncounted vote
    who live just north of right
    whose spirit perspires
    out the airports of our pores
    then takes flight
    who have lost direction
    and
    who have lost...sight
    gone blind
    and dumb
    soft
    and
    weak
    fast asleep
    we actually believe
    that giving up our rights
    increases security
    that
    we can still eat and not fight to be free
    from political lips oozing false sincerity
    they distain the sweat of our palms
    and
    the smell of our babies
    We believe
    that wrapped tight in our rose tinted
    or
    **** colored worlds
    were safe
    from the terror of mistakes
    long ago made
    by saccharine smiles that promised
    aid.
    And
    arms,
    once they got what they wanted
    they fled the scene
    and was gone
    they left smouldering coals
    of distrtust in their wake
    and the ashes of our rights
    now tickle our face
    to our chagrin
    weve realized too late
    that what we fear
    does not reside in a faraway place
    it lives
    and breathes
    in marrows of bone
    rises every morn
    brushes its teeth
    combs its hair
    frowns in the mirror
    looks back at you and stares
    be scared
    be scared
    a trembling reminds
    that when you trade freedom for safty
    You sacrifice life.
     
  2. 1poetsought

    1poetsought Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Lord Byin,

    Welcome my lord... I am so happy to read these great insights of yours i.e.

    Taxes tax everyone, even the homeless
    as forgotten numbers they linger:
    ignored and dismissed
    official squatters on the unofficial census
    digits just abiding from day to day
    though its 7 to 9 % on that sandwich or bottle they'll pay
    highjacked an extorted with no representation or say
    unless a concrete pillow
    is a fair an adequate trade

    Keep us informed-
    1poetsought ~ :toast:
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    well heard and felt in vibe
    keep flowin'
     
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  5. byin

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    Thanx for the responses,
    really pleased y'all "get it"
    but i have to ask that as poets
    what else do you have to say bout this

    disenfranchisement is in the air
    while we all b.s. and stare
    activism is a parapheligic in front of blinking cursor
    what it needs to walk is verses
    instead
    its grown fur and green mold
    inconviently perched on the outskirts of our soul
    we need to bring it home and in from the cold
    warm its feet fill its gut
    hit the streets with more folks like us
    i mean man...stir it up stir it up!!!

    byin