most shuffled in,
waiting, drinking coffee
gathered from across
the street.
a varied group, some
obviously professors,
some young housewives,
a few old, yet
distinguished.
no hush when the speaker
strolled to the front,
he shook hands, smiling,
almost a politician.
and his voice was firm,
his gray hair parted
on the left, but
his book, as we all
knew, carried a right
wing message
no taxes
no help for kids
no infra-structure
proposals.
The Chapel Hill
groupies booed, stamped feet,
and the guest,
red-faced,
yelled vulgar
four-letter words, not
winsome for an anxiously
scripted Christian.
I guess it just shows that government and religion should be kept seperate. Just think though...with lower taxes, that crowd would have alot more money to help those in need instead of paying for an inept goverment beauracracy that is incapable of managing the most trivial affairs ($12 for a loaf of white bread is what you get with that).
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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Kathy
a thought provoking write
john+
Edwin
'Nuff said!