Whereby,
The words have been spoken, quoted, written and said,
Love has turned to hate and hope to dread,
Peace is no longer with us, departed we stand,
Joy has turned to a whisper, murmured about all over the land.
Our existence has lost all meaning, our reality a fallacy,
Sorrow has become our only comfort, lost within our vanity,
Dreaming has become impossible, sleep an illusion,
Death is celebrated birth discouraged, utter confusion.
Whereby,
Sons have turned on fathers, husbands on wives,
Families have stopped communicating, expelled from each others lives,
Age has become less than a number, language no longer the queen's,
Clothing has become an option, selling sex to the teens.
Money has become a god, before him we shall bow,
Patience lost her virtuity, the time, here and now,
All have searched but none have found, they have no hope at all,
The utter chaos has left the world wondering who to call.
We,
The poets,
Writers,
Artists,
Musicians,
Designers,
Techies,
Carpenters,
Bankers,
Business people,
Brokers,
Lawyers,
Doctors,
Engineers,
All of human kind, shall stand,
And we shall stomp our feet in the ground and say, enough!
Too long we have had it rough, tough and figured it out,
Then we shall congregate and remember the virtues of our forefathers,
And for fathers we will make sure we go further,
And outline their values one by one,
Peace,
Patience,
Kindness,
Hope,
Self control,
Joy,
Faith,
Mercy,
Grace,
Selflessness,
Forgiveness,
Obedience,
Honesty,
Love,
And love.
Every word uttered shall be one of positivity,
Every action one that will encourage longevity,
Negativity shall be extinguished and evil shall have no power, none shall be subjected,
She and all of her kind shall all be rejected,
To sit back and remember a time and a situation,
A situation whereby.
Whereby,
ReplyDeleteReading this poem once
Reading this poem a second time,
I edwin
Baru
Muriuki
Lawschooler
CerealiNaBoX
Love it.
reminds me of Coded Language by Soul Williams (not sure I have his name correct).I am sure you drew inspiration from it.
It comes across as a piece to be heard rather than read. The intensity in the words needs to be performed preferably by two performers. Good work woozie
Been watching a lot of Saul Williams lately maybe a subliminal influence?
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Great! Sounds like something that should be said at some sort of 'enough is enough!' demonstration. :)
ReplyDeletehuh..they got here before me and said what i wanted to ask..do these poems get a perfomance? esp this one? i would love to be audience to a perfomance of such literacy, such art...make it happen Michael, sincerely huge fan
ReplyDeleteWow... thanks :-) I will definitely consider that performing thing
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