I won six dollars in the lottery today And I only spent a dollar so it was good The house wins unless you know when to walk away So I took it as a good omen understood And with a new spring in my step went on my way Marveling that this was only one of many Lucky breaks after a long time without any
The first paper-white narcissus of the season Bloomed beautiful and fragrant sprouting from a crack In the hundred year-old concrete of my driveway Before the winter spring has made an early start Another good omen and just one more reason To dare to dream again and begin to fight back
As now with all my heart I want to do my part Anything I can do to end my people's pain That is what I will do and I hope you will too Today I go out naked into the hard rain
The conservatives all turn themselves inside out Making such a to-do of the A. C. L. U. So I joined today and made a contribution That should give them something to rage at me about
Sick of oppression of the many by the few I decided it was time for retribution So I also became a Democrat again Moving from Decline-to-State to committed blue
I want to be free and with those who stand with me Shoulder to shoulder struggling for lost liberty
And even if we fail and nothing comes of it If this injustice reigns forever unopposed By those with the power to make the pieces fit And these minds like steel traps remain forever closed At least there were a futile few of us who tried Fighting back to honor the blood of those who died
Excellent - the message and the writing! I hear more of this every day. All I want is to be able to look my grandchildren in the eye and tell them, sincerely, that I did everything I could to save their country for them. If I fail, it won't be because I haven't given it every ounce of courage and energy I had.
Congrats on your lottery win, Steven! Six bucks is better than a sharp stick in your eye! You profit five! Kenny Rogers says in the Gambler song, "know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run." This is a nice tune of thought also to let our troops in Iraq walk back home, they've been held too long. And, Steven, know when to run naked in the rain! Sprouting from a crack!
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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