"Do you think they realize how much they need us?"
Transcendental Sonnet #1177:
Scrubbing Off the Swastikas
Scrubbing off the swastikas hosing down the hate
I got talked into doing it again
No chance for creativity this is my fate
To be a watchman in a night of pain
Persuaded to stand guard at a poetry site
With my hand on my weapon through the long cold night
I have noticed that they never even read us
They just come to spray and then run away
Do you think they realize how much they need us?
The world is growing darker by the day
This world they share with us our only place
I have misplaced the moon I find no sun
The battle is upon me may God grant me grace
A pen for a sword and a pencil for a gun
Many just come and didn't have the chance to comment, since this is around Christmas time and everyone is busy around this time of the year; but I think they do come and read, and your words are heard.
Our words are whispers on the winds of time, Steven, my prayer is that they will be heard by those who need them the most. A most interesting perspective you have presented. Very well stated.
Take care,
Sherry
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
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Have a Great Christmas and a Wonderful New Year!
Your fan,
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Take care,
Sherry
True....
Well written.
(I Love you)
Lisa