Del -Kwesi K’Mathi (Jones) teaches us that,” no one is neutral when the shit hit’s the fan.”
Wars are fought over land, labor and resources.
F*** democracy
It never has and never will be fought to free the people.
Dummy down, relax your mind and think clearly.
When 10% of the world’s population wants 100% of everything
Chaos rules.
New Negroes continually seek to enmesh themselves in White folks business for the promise and practice of positions without power.
So drunken are some with the drugs of illusion.
Illusions that hide the obvious by deeming the sighted as doomsday prophets while bodies begin to float downstream.
Oh happy day can only begin when we teach our children that today’s reality is sudden death for the unprepared by choice
As ignorance is lethal and it need not be this way.
Preparations for survival begin in the wombs of the fertile and in the Belly of the barren as all are capable of evolution.
How we evolve rests upon our choices as the enlightened among us become less visibly identified and a new code is formed by those Unafraid to speak it as they place it on the wind.
The drums signal that feeling the wind is no longer enough,
As we must now see the wind as our ancestors once reminded us
Especially when the winds reveal the path to be taken.
We cannot afford to sleep on our watch
For to sleep is to hasten our death.
The trumpet sounds as poets become the new singers on a world stage filled with those who will not read but give performers momentary attention.
Revolution has never been easy or acceptable For those blinded by the lies illusion tells.
See the wind at least once in your lifetime.
Know now that ignorance is curable with knowledge but stupidity is fatal.
Are there really many sighted among us or are too many just comfortably blind by choice once more.
Let's pray that we can someday say, "We dared to harness the wind and it set us free." At the moment, it appears more likely that we and the freedom many of us cherish {or rather, what is left of it] will be "gone with the wind." Thank you helping to keep the wind
blowing in the right direction. Reminding us to feel it and learn to use it! 'Pea' <3
See the wind at least once in your lifetime.
Very profound verse that deeply touches the emotional side of the aching soul. I very well hear you dear friend and feel your heart beat just like mine.
abdi-Noor
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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A fine rallying call, Mikii. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
blowing in the right direction. Reminding us to feel it and learn to use it! 'Pea' <3
Sandie May Anggel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Well said. Enjoyed.
Very profound verse that deeply touches the emotional side of the aching soul. I very well hear you dear friend and feel your heart beat just like mine.
abdi-Noor