Black Poetry : Enter the Cipher

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  1. PoeticShae

    PoeticShae Active Member MEMBER

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    There was no knowledge of a war coming this way
    we had no sense of direction
    the bruised lips and broken bones
    notes posted at the arch, upheaval of home
    symptoms or syndrome, and finally
    a picture captured what was left
    our bodies, the family ripped apart
    our flesh, left on rice patty-killing fields, where bonsai trees
    hang strange fruit, America is it still too late to claim your sons?
    Vietnam crucified by glory hounds and lazy lay abouts
    This is what’s left when the ships gone-a-sail
    And the men in green, brace the fields
    that tear open-wide our men,
    some come back with mental scars
    their flesh bare gallons of agent orange braced in bullets
    They too bleed into the generations

    We children enter the cipher of our parent’s memories
    With fathers so lost, or mothers who lended services
    And now watch good ol’ army boy movies
    They pocketed our security
    Come on yins; let’s go to solidify alley abortions
    PEACE, raise FIST, BLACK POWER, YELLOW, TAN
    No S.O.S. on the radio, only mind-stortions
    Help-a-copters that zoom pass
    these are the signs of the times
    Little babies that play in hydrogen -kill me now products
    (stamped with America’s approval)
    If warfare is inevitable therefore, our men must mean nothing,
    but toss body markers to capitalize

    They take only the best, but our sons never come back the same
    We push our box-framed hips, and relax our hair
    For the arrival that our miracle is finally coming, home
    but even miracles come with surprises
    change to camoflage in jungles, or frosty tan brown for dunes.
    Gun-toteing killing machines, one page later
    Somehow they forgot to remove the make-up
    Through the headlines of statistics at help-us clinics
    Let’s smile to appease the propaganda
    Pill poppin’ visions, reduced down to a minimum
    We are a product of economic convience
    Whether missiles mutilate the mounds of white sand- iraq
    Or the cop’s snap back our sons in America
    We are stretched too thin with a whole community in purgatory
    From mothers to women who are scorned
    Or the home-girls with the grenades
    to the birth of barcoded youth
    debunked to when our government has nothing more to offer
    -we sure can serve our country well,
    even if we get nothing in-return
     
  2. watzinaname

    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Wow. You eloquently and vividly painted these images with flesh and blood so that we could envision the horror. Taking our best, and sending them back, if they do come back, a shell of what they were. Piercing write, poetess!
     
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    thePreacher Banned MEMBER

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    phynxofkemet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Impressed

    WOW - The ingredients for a perfect prize winning piece! Kudos poetress
     
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    MenNefer Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Bravo

    Really Vivid and cathartic
     
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