© 2005, Tyrone Vincent Banks
The power of one voice can be hard to ignore
It can captivate the senses
It can twist reality
It can burn a bridge
It can shed light on your situation
It can murder your bad intentions
The poet walks in, without a sound
Walks to the center of the room – he looks around
The bystanders ask, “Who is this clown?”
The power of his voice shook the ground
Struggle to your feet – get knocked back down!
Mortified by the ideas he found
A clever marriage of prepositions, verbs and nouns
Your head starts spinning - around and round
Unraveling the fabric by which you’re bound
Watch yourself but enjoy the ride
Five seconds later the evil died
Could the voice be the choice – you decide...
The journey or the gurney? The voice is the guide.
Listen or ignore as you crash to the floor
The power of his voice – Yes it shook the ground
Will you struggle to your feet – to get knocked back down?
Open up your thought process
Or else we will regress
And fall deeper and deeper into this mess
Don’t try to hide
He walked right in wearing a long block coat
The room started to turn as the crowd did choke
Time stood still as he opened that coat
He reached slowly inside –
Nothing more than a poem that he chose and wrote
Everything was all right
As he started to recite
The poetic terrorist moves through the daylight
Words are far better than lead and steel
A Poetic Hit man is no less real
Than a man who walks in, waves a gun in the air
Squeezes off a few rounds as you cower in fear
A problem can be resolved through spoken word.
You don’t need to strap on a bomb just to be heard.
Before resorting to violence – could it have occurred…?
That the art of conversation, where you speak and are heard
Can clarify your view when your vision is blurred
To prevent genocide
How many innocents have been hurt or have died
When one took a side
Because of prejudice or pride
No matter what they said or the tears they’ve cried
Don’t attach a bomb to the bus that I ride
We’re pawns in this game and we can’t decide
Who’s wrong when they’re wrong and who’s right when they’re right?
Beat me with a word
Put away your sword
Tell me your ideas so that you can be heard…