Crossed Borders
Honey squeezed
From a life sweetened.
Sour images begin to slowly display,
Through sugar coated promises.
Told and cracking its mold held.
Such views are good to protect,
Values kept sacred...
Of a way of life one should never neglect.
Although what is seen...
Begins to show its torment.
And cracking at the seams.
And while masses scream...
An undercover scheme to locate
Fresh enemies has already taken place.
No matter what Somalia is...
Somalia has resources,
Like oil to give!
How long will the delusionists
Cry for the need of more fists?
To show they oppose...
Non-conformists,
And how their way of life is crumbling?
Right under their drugged noses!
The noses that could not detect,
Their own scents stenching.
Implementing this...
Is the nonsense of diplomacy,
In ceremonies much too pretentious!
And too grand with lost appeal.
These dinosaurs are struggling hard,
To make comebacks.
Keeping thieves very busy...
Like bees without a 'queen',
Hoarding weapons of defense.
As those who took their dreams...
Away
Crossed borders unfenced!
Invited without documentation!
Even today...
The come to live better lives
Than those who are native,
Bleeding inside...
And crying out in hunger!
As those who come to aid,
From sincere points of views...
Are labelled liberals!
Those who dare to care for others!
And...
We accept this lockstep crush,
To deliver more blood and propaganda!
Rushed to fluster clearing thoughts.
As young people are sent to die,
For interests best internalized...
And kept in secret immoralized,
In a meltdown called 'home'.
On foreign lands they stand...
Where they battle viciously,
To instill beliefs...
That are quickly dissolving.
People are losing their taste
For those who cheer
For the demise of the human race.
And
All if this taking place.
Just to leave those left...
With demonic looks on their faces!
And proud of their achievement,
To become 'thee' most insignificant assholes ever!
With honors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Notice. Some Don't. Some Live It. Many Wont!
If you have right winged thoughts,
About leftist ideals.
And whose liberal ways,
Do not appeal to those of conservative zest and zeal.
With a republican platform stance.
Or broadminded values,
That those democratics chant!
All who live decidedly with divided feelings,
Reeling from a racist hatred...
Created from ignorant rhythms danced.
You might as well be in hight orbit around the Earth.
These days now lived have distanced you.
And none of those points of views,
Are currently being romanced!
Not even from the best of those,
With propaganda wishes on their minds!
Folks today of a higher consciousness...
Are doing their ultimate best,
To leave that kind of nonsense behind!
To embrace what has arrived...
That has been labelled,
The future!
Some notice.
Some don't.
Some live it!
And many wont!
While others are left to feed,
On barbaric seeds.
Remnants on fields of needs abandoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are The Ones That Others Envy
I have issues with people who leave people...
Begging on the streets with nothing to eat.
Or treat others like they're not even human equals.
And then look disgusted like they are diseased
No human being can teach a cat hygiene.
Nor can you teach a grown up to be clean.
Nobody should be teaching who to respect.
That should be a given and not a pick to peck.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
Who made them runner up for fresh sainthoods?
Who showed them evilness was anything good?
Who gave them rights to think they beam like light?
And who told them they approve the Sun that rises high!
Yes I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
As if they have scents of champion roses.
Ooo I can't believe these people are the ones who stink.
And-they-believe,
They are the ones that others envy?
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
They believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
I have issues with the snots with turned up noses.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
And they believe,
They are the ones that others envy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scream
Scream!
Fell forth, destroy the source
Can't see and my voice is hoarse
Trying to wash your hands off
You should know better than to leave us in disgust
Let me take you right to the point
All you ever do is encage in disjoint
That does it the time has arrived
Take it or leave it you better not side!
You did it again
All you ever did was doubt
What do you want?
Let me tell you what it's all about
One life
Nine hearts
And eighteen hands that'll rip you all apart
We're here to decimate
To show you all we will never fall
It's gonna get serious
And critical
Don't stop because the feeling is terminal!
Scream!
Scream like you never have before!
Scream!
Scream till you cant scream anymore!
Scream!
Scream like your throat is bleeding!
Scream!
Scream till your heart stops beating!
Scream for me!
Get off of me, and get away
Show the whole damn World this will never die
No matter how the energies scatter
Got to know nothing exists but the dream
Give it all
Till there's nothing left to give
Save it all
Quit saving you
If you're going to let the pain inside
Never under estimate the way you live your life
Scream!
Scream like you never have before!
Scream!
Scream till you can't scream anymore!
Scream!
Scream like your throat is bleeding!
Scream!
Scream till your heart stops beating!
Scream for me!
All our lives!
All we ever sacrificed has paid
Everything!
Everything is possible to me
Why no fight?!
Found everything that I had to take away
Save your life!
Save it all and make a better way
Yeah!
This stress, is a feeling that you can't compress
Everything your going through is total stress
Are you going to be a momentary run around
How will you handle their ? of stress?
All our lives!
All we ever sacrificed has paid
Everything!
Everything is possible to me
Why no fight?!
Found everything that I had to take away
Save your life!
Save it all and make a better way!
Scream!
Scream!
Scream!
Scream!
Scream!
Scream!
Scream!
Yeah!
song performed by by Slipknot
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Sufficiently Eroded
Whether you like him or not...
There is nothing about your views or values,
Standards of crumbling beliefs...
That is substantiated,
Based upon a single myth...
Currently protecting your investments.
Either way
You can not say he is 'not' qualified.
Well,
You 'can' say it!
If 'that' is your argument!
Since those of qualifications...
Have clearly placed your point of view,
In clogging septic tanks.
And these are the folks you say,
Have your best interests in mind?
Either you're going to need a much bigger place,
To dump your waste!
OR...
You're drugging on something,
That gives you a much more colorful...
Undisturbed 'high' than 'crack'!
Either that...
OR...
You have found a better connection!
'Something' has sufficiently eroded your common sense!
And racists comments you freely spew...
To sling from the bottom of your barrel,
You can no longer afford,
As your defense.
Since the use of that has clearly exposed your ignorance.
What other self defeating weapons do you have left?
Enactments of a civil war?
The players this time around are far too sophisticated,
With something called 'knowledge'!
And 'mulatto' sensitivities!
Being a 'mongrel' is something to pride these days!
Especially 'if' one had to wait for these days...
To exclaim of being proud!
Leaving others to quiz themselves...
'Why are 'they' saying that now?
And why did they not feel that before?
Haven't 'we' allowed 'them' to do that?
We've been expressing 'our' diversity!
Some people are so ungrateful,
For the opportunities 'we' give to 'them'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone To Believe In
Is there someone I can believe in
Is there somewhere I can hide
Take me out of the straits Im in
Come and stay here by my side
Somebody I can rely on
I broke the law, Ive been set free
Give me something to decide upon
Come and show yourself to me
Is there someone sewing seams
Through all my hopes, through all my dreams
You know living a life of ease
Dont make yer meals taste better
If you please
Is there someone I can relate to
Who will break the ice for me
Take me out of the place Im in
Come and share your life with me
Somebody with nothing to live up to
Who will mend my broken dreams
Give me a wave I can ride upon
Come and show your strength to me
I have felt the final rush
Of loves embrace, the magic touch
Running headlong to attract
I felt the breath of satan
On my back
Is there someone I can believe in
Is there something I can do
Take me out of the straits Im in
Let me show myself to you
Somebody to whom I can belong
Take my hand, Ive been set free
Give me some wings I can glide upon
Come and show yourself to me
Is there someone sewings seams
Through all my hopes, through all my dreams
You know living a life of ease
Dont make yer meals taste better
If you please
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Brutal world
Taken, Taken away, Taken away from the world
When life was removed you loss your hope, your drive & your passion girl
Its hard to give
Its hard to live
In this life I feel so ill
To this matter of homocide
Where the weak is victimizied
People are just taking lives
Because they can
This kind of love this kind of hate is surely unhealthy for any man any creature
Place to place people to people
Life to death ratio
The ones you love are sure to go
Some place else where you will wish to be
You will be wishing to see
The things in life so differently
From day to day
Tears fall from face to eye
In their own bloody remains they lie
People die Family go
This is the worlds daily show
Taken, Taken away, Taken away from the world
When life was removed you loss your hope, your drive & your passion girl
poem by Courtney Steele
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Seeing You Dying, Hurts
Ever wonder, just a ponder
what life would be like
if we were told we had little to live
tears and fears, mind blowing
what to do, no time to go
the anger, the pain, the stress
how long to go, no one knows
could be fast, maybe slow and last
forever we want to live
we pray for long life and healthiness
why do we get picked, not our choice
people been there some survive.others don't
thinking where life should go
quit the job, see the world
sit and moan, don't frown
get on your feet live it well
happiness extents life
be free and enjoy those days
number as they are
limited as you go, be with the ones who care
for they will suffer the most
living without you
give them memories to share
do not spare, they do care
pictures and stories last forever
good and bad, tears and laughter will fall
missing you will be so hard
been together for all your life
the world will be so lost
without you there
have to find away to go on
it's not the same, things will change
lives will go on
never let go, you been told
it's so hard to let you go
time so cruel, it's running out
please forgive me if I cry
your a big part of our lives
stay around and have some fun
life is grand and so are you
give it all, don't let time end
love makes time, time makes life
I will smile till the end
cry to myself, show no pain
the hurt so hidden
makes me think
why not me, why you
poem by Michael Peterson
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Domestic Dreams
Domestic dreams to which I cling.
I can't wait to have these things.
A wife and kids.
A beautiful place to live.
No longer out here on the skids.
Free at last.
With someone to share and have a blast.
We'll be free from worries of the past.
Building a life in which we cast.
Our firm beliefs and love that lasts.
We'll be so strong and work so hard.
To make our lives so rich and long.
Always striving to do no wrong.
We'll show our kids how best to live.
So they'll always be proud of what they did.
Never losing in proper bids.
We'll be so happy with how we live.
These domestic dreams I'll never rid.
For one day soon we all will win
poem by Michael McParland
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I Lost everything
I lost everything all at once.
My world stopped just like that.
My friend ditched me. I'm out of school.
I even lost Monica.
She was sweet, funny, and nice.
She moved out of state.
I won't graduate.
My life is anything but great.
Maryssa ditched me. I don't know if
we're still friends.
My life is terrible.
It should go ahead and end.
I lost everything all at once.
Nothing's right at all.
I need a job so I can move.
So I can independently stand tall.
Like I'm an adult. Not a kid.
Like other people think.
Most people would say my life is good,
but I say my life stinks.
Once you quit school your friends
forget about you.
Take it from me I know.
Believe me I do.
I've lost everything all at once.
Shattered are my dreams.
I need to find a way to realize
exactly what my life means.
I know I've been hateful, but I
have a reason to cry.
If I could speak to God myself
I'd only ask him why?
Why put me through this torment?
I haven't done a thing.
Help me figure out why all my
heart does is sting.
I'm seventeen. I'm too young
for this stress.
I can't sleep at night. My
whole life is a mess.
No one will help me.
Or show me the way.
All people tell me is that
It'll one day be okay.
I have hope that it eventually
will.
So, what do I do till then?
This pain is too damn real.
I've lost evrything all at once.
It hurts too bad.
I want something to call my own.
So, I won't be so sad.
Help me please show me
someone cares.
My life hurts. Sometimes
it's too hard to bare.
Will someone tell me what my life means?
Until then I've lost everything.
poem by Heather Noble
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Reversal of Condescension
A patronizing shift...
Has saddled them with,
A reversal of condescension.
The act of looking down on others from their noses,
Now has them exposed as those others oppose.
This did not happen overnight.
It took generations to inflict bitterness.
And to get others like this uptight.
This did not occur with a consciousness.
This took hundreds of years.
As enemies were declared...
To leave the innocent stripped,
And plundered.
To leave the innocent stripped of resources.
Diminished to leave them in tears.
A patronizing shift...
Has saddled them with,
A reversal of condescension.
The act of looking down on others from their noses,
Now has them exposed as those others oppose.
This did not happen overnight.
It took generations to inflict bitterness.
And to get others like this uptight.
Now the days look bleak and dim for them!
Those who believe they were above law and sin.
It is as if a pendulum swing...
Has come back to be swung.
And those who are now fresh victims of this,
Will find there is no place for them to run.
When the time comes and this is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Last My Life Begins
As you matured and fell in love,
This was going to be for life,
You knew that when you met him,
One day you'd be his wife.
You both had really good times,
Three kids and a beautiful house,
Your life was really rosy,
You never realised he was a louse.
When you met and fell in love,
The charm he had mastered,
Little did you realise,
He was a dirty cheating dastard.
Now he's gone and left you,
You think to yourself, why me,
Banish those thoughts and look ahead,
Then very soon you'll see.
It's not just you it's his family,
All his friends as well,
He's showed he never gave a damn,
Now let him rot in Hell.
Throughout all this you're innocent,
Remember you stayed true,
This will give you comfort,
Whenever you feel blue.
Never ever blame yourself,
You always did your best,
When you learn to accept that,
You'll give your mind a rest.
Now that you're away from him,
You can start your life anew,
You'll soon gain your self- respect,
He'll be the one to stew.
We humans have a conscience,
It can give us serious strife,
His will make him suffer,
For the remainder of his life.
Never ever seek revenge,
That gives some sick pleasure,
Time will show and he'll soon know,
He's lost his greatest treasure.
Discard the hatred you feel inside,
Then you'll start to feel elation,
That's when you'll find your inner self,
It's a wonderful sensation.
Banish his memory from your mind,
Although it lasted long,
You can live with conscience clear,
You did nothing wrong,
One thing you must never forget,
He's a filthy lying cheat,
So get out there, enjoy yourself,
Show the world you can't be beat.
You must stay strong and resolute,
Stay true to what you've done,
When you see your life improve,
You'll know you've finally won.
When your kids have grown up,
You can shout out loud,
I kept my values through all this,
For that I'm really proud,
Life is short so make the most,
While you're still here,
Be proud of your achievements,
Your future is now clear.
Then as your life moves on apace,
A message you can send,
Is life goes on regardless,
Your broken heart will mend.
Soon you will be back in life,
You'll show him with a force,
That you'll be even stronger,
When you get that divorce,
You can walk with head held high,
You'll be the one who wins,
New love will come and you will shout,
'' At Last My Life Begins''
The Calculating Steps of Beasts
The evolution process,
Rises up another notch!
And the secret building
Of detention camps...
Will not stop,
What God has chosen
To propose!
All concepts of life,
Implanted by man...
Comes to an end!
For a comprehension now unknown,
To begin!
And those who chose to follow truth,
Are slowly being introduced...
To a way of life,
Without threats of war!
Or have suffering inflicted by others ignored.
Or combat troops seduced to locate enemies.
To raise a fear we all see on TV!
Lies have been induced,
To produce a cause for 'peace'.
And no detention camps constructed...
Will ever disguise,
The calculating steps
Of demonic chest beating beasts...
Feeding on flesh as if invited to feast!
And those who followed them will soon recognize...
How this travesty has caused their demise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Older
it's nine o'clock
i'm getting tired
i'm sick of all my records
and the clothes i bought today
am i cracking up
or just getting older?
staying in
i can't be bothered
making conversation
with the friends that i don't know
am i cracking up
or just getting older?
and i bet that this is how life
turns out when you're finally grown
and you know if this my life
sit around all day on my own
i'm halfway up to the bottom
of another bottle
of my next best favourite friend
am i cracking up
or just getting older?
you're not cracking up
you're just getting older
we're not cracking up
we're just getting older
song performed by by Oasis
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Life Mean To Me Is
Life mean to me is
Full of surprised that is good or bad surprised
It can be tough or easy
Choices it should be what you think
It should be what you want not anyone else
I don't listen or care
I know you will make right one
We all have time when we mistake that
We wish we haven't and take back, but
You can't because it happen when you make adecision unless
You able to fix it
Life mean to me is
Going complaining, but I can overcome it
Everything be ok
I'm losing everyone that I care and love
I feel they give up on me
I be alright again like now
I feel horrible at time
It opens my eyes and makes me think
I need to stop complaining about problems that is gone over and over
I need stop acting like I'm now
I don't care what people think of me
I have done it bad so I'm changing my way
I'm going be ok
Every day is not getting easy
I'm not going let it stop me
I am letting it turn out this way all because of you
I lost most important thing and is you
You are one who turn my life upside down
I was fool for falling over you in first place
I take it on people and I didn't mean too
I know it now than late is good
I'm starting over
It's going to take time
This summer I learned a lot about life and people
I got part of me need to grow up
Right now it in my hand
Time to reach for goal
What life means to me is
Start doing it right
I need to improve myself
I don't want to be like this anymore
Is hard enough already
Don't be hard on yourself
Enjoy life while you have chance
Take a break and have fun
You can't undo what happen already
No matter how much you wish for it
You need to start fresh and over again
Life mean to me is
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Ascension Of Thoughts
That quiet air of solitude that seeks a willing mate,
That loneliness so harsh so rude can seal a persons fate,
Belief that life has better days has yet to show it's face,
So lost inside that sullen haze that brought you to this place.
Of things that people care about and harbor to their breast
A fool would dare to scream and shout then judge you with the rest
Alas the heart has limitations weakened by a troubled mind
Making more of situations than the facts would ever find
Strength has many different guises, all that glitters isn't gold
Staying put leaves no surprises living life as if on hold
Raise the bar and make a break from ghosts you've been forever haunted
Life will give if you can live those dreams that you have always wanted.
poem by Dave James
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Who Are They Who Point to The Liberals?
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those who send others,
To end their conflicts?
Those who sit with their opinions...
And sip on dry martinis.
And discuss their vacation visits.
Those of 'right winged' policies...
Whose sons and daughters,
Hide behind college walls...
With no military,
Or civic duties to complete!
Those who feed their greed,
And learn skills of deception.
To earn positions on Wall Street!
With their cheating test scores,
That have granted them B.A., M.A....
And Doctorate degrees.
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those that have turned their quality of life...
Into a cesspool of decadence,
Created to instill fear and strife.
To all now witnessing their economic blight!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those who wish to do things right.
Those who are concern about all human life.
Those who now must clean up the mess.
Left by separatists conservatives!
Thick with mindsets of incompetence.
And walking on destructive paths!
Who are they who point to The Liberals?
'Those who feel they should be invited...
To kneel before the Queen of England,
And be knighted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Possession
Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.
Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.
A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prayer To The Great Spirit
Great Spirit hear my call
and teach me of these things
I do not know
let me walk free with the wolf clan
so I may learn their wisdom
through the eyes of our sacred
of your creation
Give me strength to protect and preserve
what we have left of our Mother Earth
make me wise to teach others to follow
the path meant for us to take
by your grace
in this world now out of place
from our human race
I am only but one man
but guide me to help save
what we have taken away
with our ignorance and destruction
bring peace and harmony back again
for many generations to come
to end this misery of pain
so our children will live a life they deserve
Let me bring light into the hearts
of the shallow
and show them the ways of long ago
to walk in footprints of my ancestors
that for many years have softly tread
on the beauty of this precious land
Let these river's run wide and freely flow
with the presence of every touch by your hand
bring back what was for so long dead
let this sun shine on this sacred ground
that is covered in blood flowing red
with our hate and greed
Heal these wounds I bleed
make me a warrior a chosen one
to forever stand proud and tall
when times are hard and tears fall
from what we have done
Show me the way when my people forget
our true purpose and meaning here
so that I may bring better days tomorrow
of yesterdays forever gone
in these times of sorrow
one day we will all soon regret
Let me not walk in fear
in this moment of need
as I ask of your guidance on my vision
and my journey
you had given to me
Spiritwind-2010
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Mama Africa
Mama Africa
Somalia, Nigeria, Ghana, Saudi Arabia
Mama Africa
Senegal, Zimbabwe, Tunisia, South Africa
The land of enormous mineral wealth
I salute thee; I adore thee even in poor health
So many countries I have not yet spelt
Have people ready and steady to flee before they melt
Mama Africa
You walk with a suicidal long rope
As your people lose all hope
Rather than cooking up a brand of prosperity
You the land of recognized poverty
Have mistakenly invented a brand of austerity
The masses are slowly dying
While only a few are high-flying
Mama Africa
We talk about your diamond rushes
We speak of numbers of human losses
We hide our fusses in internal silent boxes
While people struggle and fight in oil brushes
And external parties hide their delightful blushes
Mama Africa
How can a land of abundant resources and rich culture
That the world with marvel continuously captures
Allow wealth to be taken from you before it matures?
Why not divert these takers to signs labeled departure?
Mama Africa
Listen to your children’s voices
Listen to the peoples noises
They are crying to be heard
They are crying to be fed
They are crying for proper education
They are crying as a single nation
They are crying for an end to corruption
They are crying for an end to self-destruction
They are crying for your delinquent protection
Mama Africa
How many crying tears will it take by calculation?
How many dying years will it take to deliver salvation?
Mama Africa
Along with your weakness I salute thee!
Along with your greatness I adore thee!
Along with your madness I still love thee!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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