Black Poetry : in a silent way (for the gods and unborn children)

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  1. mensahpoetic

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    …in a silent way…

    our soldiers continue to be empowered with
    certain inalienable abilities to send the innocent
    to their graves…and the powers who move
    the chess pieces from ivory towered-incantations
    of a warped constitution, smile, letting
    the crude oil slip from their lips
    …wishing that the universe itself…
    could be dominated so easily as we.

    And this is no mode to express racism or
    Indoctrinations of a civilized barbarism
    …but truth, these days, has never looked so ugly,
    mauled by the canines, left for dead,
    being cheered by the numerous votes
    dialed in by toll-free numbers, electing this
    marred truth as the new American idol.

    …and we protest with masks and slogans…

    …we combine on weekends and dance awkwardly to the war drums…

    …wanting to make our choreography move towards peace.

    the gods smile down on us, watching our
    disgruntled, esoteric chariots race towards yet
    another war…they smile, knowing our time
    is soon
    up.
    their dimples, dimensions away, bloom at the sight
    of our own defeat, knowing that we
    can never advance beyond the lust for blood, our bodies trembling
    from the orgasmic trials of causing our deaths
    …and convincing ourselves that it is the right thing to do.

    …a tyrant is chameleon, with his
    religion of choice dangling around his neck, and he
    so proudly proclaims genocide in his deity’s name,
    praying for asunder, falling to his knees for power,
    and pointing fingers towards another, in a calculated
    plan to deflect attention away from his wayward
    indiscretions as leader, general and model citizen.

    This, lovers and poets, is the day of our lives.

    And the day is running long…dreading what the night will surely bring
    In order to right the wrong his day-sister has wrought.

    This is a dangerous time.

    Because the silence of our disdain, the
    Ease of how we digest rhetoric without challenge
    …will leave our children wondering,
    where was the bravery when our ancestors
    scorched the possibility of hope?
    And we would have failed them
    …and the generation next, who will
    be born into a nexus of dead bodies walking
    …and potential poems erased.

    …in a silent way…
    the gods smile
    …and wait for us to gag on the nothingness
    of our voices’ sound…

    they wait
    …inside the silence of our own design
    and demise…

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  2. elayne.

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    mensahpoetic.


    ahhhh... it's good to see you here. :D

    i'm glad you decided to share this one...
    your words deserve to be read&heard.

    :love: ...
    elayne.
     
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    mensahpoetic Active Member MEMBER

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    thank you for replying, love. you know how i feel about posting online lately, but i guess this is an extreme time...and i wanted to let my feelings on the issue be known.

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    this one's thick with skill and persuasion...

    nfinite,,
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    ENDTIME BOOGIE

    Food for thought... encore!

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    j'hiah & 1poetsought...

    thank you both for taking the time to read and reply to my piece. I think i'm finally starting to like Destee (not that i ever hated it here...i mean...i've said too much already :D)

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    Brother mensahpoetic,

    Profound brother. This is a masterpiece. I raise the blak fist. Keep dropping the knowledge.

    major league 10
     
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    As always Mensah your work is thought provoking and compelling. This poem sheds a profound light on the events swirling in the world - especially the frailty of humanity, and how time is of essence. So many things to reflect upon in this piece, which I shall now continue to ponder even as our friends, family, and children go off to die---and we remain silent before the bloodlusting government who could not possibly begin to undertstand the desolation this war will cause, and the ultimate insignificance of it all....
     
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