Black Poetry : When We Were Heroes

[blackbelle]

When we Were Heroes

When we were heroes
We had a tribe
To call our own

We were the sun
Sent unto the sons
Of Kingdoms
Swept away
By distant moons

When we were heroes
A woman's chastity
was cradled in our arms
And when she gave us blood
Her children suckled at her bosom

When we were heroes
Freedom was the
First name for earth
And the wall of Berlin
Was just a stone

Then
The walls came tumbling
Down...down

And the world
Sunk further into
Ground...ground

Now only the stone
Remembers the
Sound...sound

Of bricks
Building

When we were heroes

*meditate*

this edition has been blackbelle's vision@March 6/01
All Rights Reserved

 

[alyce]

lady

When you build monuments to/for your PEOPLE; your MEN, your WOMEN, your CHILDREN, you lay a foundation made from the genius of your mind, and the contents of your heart and soul. Your ARE the rock, my sistah, a true daughter of the Cornerstone.

Outstanding piece!

A

 

[Destee]

take us back to those days
When We Were Heroes
our ear to the stone
hearing the sounds
move around
inside

Luv'n this Belle

 

[j'hiah]

blackbelle,

this was ablazing...
how many more places in poetry will you set afire??

hot piece.
jh
back to his serene garden.

 

[Nita]

When I think of stone I think of
strength,
carefully constructed,
absorbing all the crys,laughter,happiness and pain
through out the existance of the earth...
such a great piece