Peaceful Protest

By AL

“The home of the brave,
and the land of the free”
are notably beautiful
words written by Francis
Scott Key.

Yet. in 1814 those words
didn’t apply to individuals
with the same skin color as
me.
So for all the injustice then
and now that I see,
I proudly place my fist in
the air while taking a
knee.

I stand in solidarity with Colin Kaepernick.

Love’s Reply

By MS aka NexXLife

Dear NexXLife,

I thought I gave you to someone who
would love you
I’m not all knowing
so I never knew
that your mother’s love
if that’s
what it was
would tarnish your innocence and corrupt you
reshape your world view
break your spirit and harden your heart
she battered your form and imprisoned your mind
that’s not what love is
not what love does
now because of this
all of those years of silent tears
huddled within yourself like a refugee
your fear was your impenetrable guard
so it was hard for anyone to get close to love you
protecting yourself you pushed people away
ashamed of your past
you were too scared to let someone love you
I hear you
I am never far from you
all you have to do is lower your guard
take a chance on me
light a beacon
and love (I) will surely find you

Yours truly,
Sincerely,
Love

Sermon of the Slave

By KC

I refuse to be grounded
By the clock pounded
Instead I will fly as one with time
To be a legend and never die
I am self, the undeniable truth
Even though the masses deny my worth—
by denying my freedoms
I am self-bonded by Blood, Iron and Pain
Transported over seas and through time
A lifetime of hate created by ignorance from others—
and self-destruction within
But still I fight—still I rise
And one day I will be free

B-2930…269-265

By CL

Time is often the destroyer of a young man’s dreams.
Hope is frequently the only nourishment for an emaciated soul.
How did you endure an era so blatantly inhumane,
Where a child’s only crime is being born a Jew?

I think back to my own hardship as a “Lifer” in prison.
When dark thoughts ravenously clawed at my will.
Threatening to drag me into the depths of hopeless abandon,
As the elusive hope of freedom took on a mystical quality.

A Lucky Child spoke to me in ways never before.
Tears of mine followed your march on frostbitten feet.
Injecting into my spirit an Odd Nansen state of being,
I pray for the moral strength not to compromise my dignity.

You have shown that when a person is subjected to terrible suffering,
That experience should teach us how to empathize with all people in need.
With Mutti’s unrelenting hope and love, Mundek’s courageous sacrifice …
You reclaimed your name from the number you were given.

 

Dedicated to:
Mr. Thomas Buergenthal
Survivor of Auschwitz death camp,
And author of A Lucky Child

Down

By AME

I wrote one poem but you dissolved it,
So I wrote a new one in the hopes to solve it,
Right now I’m angry and am in need of help – are you there?
I’m tired of being lied to – honestly do you really care?
I got my hopes up but now you just laugh – can you tell me why?
I hate to believe that you’re praying upon my downfall – is that why you cry?
All your tears I hate as well – when you look at me, honestly, can’t you tell?
Now it’s clear to see in my pain that you’re a hazard of – why I fail.
With that being expressed, I’ll close for now……
Just maybe – you will learn the meaning of truly – being DOWN!
Instead of living your life as a silly clown.
You always want to be seen – but I promise, “All is not what it seems.”
When you find yourself and become ready for a good man,
I vow to your will that I can – always be DOWN!