This is poetry in commotion, a poem about, -how we had been treating our one and only habitation called Earth.
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| A poem about, the Earth thing feeling |
This is poetry in commotion on how to black man from the dam earth thing feeling bad about, -how we had been treating our one and only habitation called Earth.
I've seen in some social forums, in recent times, imagery of other types of supposedly arguments under teleprompter letterings captioned to say, -black people are the stupidest people on the planet, and instead of anger and or outrage, I shouted “yes.” That was my first reaction to said comments even though I myself, am a black man, and one who is quite happy in my skin. Why? Because, one has a way of knowing the truth when it is spoken, even if and when such a one never knew it before, and this is one truth that has been poking, poking hard at me in recent times. I can't be denying.
Got some things to say on these and other such issues.
How did we as a people get to such a place as this? I have seen nations born out of next to nothing, in my time even. Matter if fact, I am older than at least one of them. But they have risen up out of the dust to be contending for and commanding a place at the seats of power, world power, and dominance. And this is happening in my life and times, in abundance.
But there are a people somewhere on this earth, not very sure what they are worth, or from whence they came but they are here, for a while yet. This people has done nothing with what they were given, the choice piece of earth land even, the same piece which a few of the other men did come over, or go over and possess, a small bit here and there, yes, and then ventured to make something great of it there. And then all of a sudden, those other people saw what the newcomers have done with what they took from them, the tiny bit. Now they want it back to go and do what? To add to the much which they still have my God, still got lits, as in a lot, sitting there and doing nothing with it.
Meanwhile, the other man is doing things yet, observing and building things and studying and discovering. Very many things. Even down to the tiniest of a molecule, and genes and the difference in between, the one and the other and what makes one person be different from the other and how to manipulate things in order to make things to serve him better, better him than you, the go-getter. That’s who?
And he has convinced those people, those right over there people, that their ways are old and outdated, and not good anymore, underrated.
So, those people over there would have given up the ways and custom of their forefathers’ generations, and have taken on to those of the other man or men as to them and their children, because they love the others ways and custom and all of their fabulous must come things, much more than they ever did love the foolishness, of their own forefathers’ mess.
So now the other men feed them, with altered and manipulated feeding, food they call them, gives you water to drink and wash them when, and which quenches your thirst for a short season, and a while yes, reason.
But they will sure cleanse the earth of you in the long runs the Nile, and you didn’t know what style was happening until it would have happened to you Chaile, yes child. Yet trust and obey that man is what you do. Fix it boo. He clothes them, educates you, gives rude laws to govern meant to awake you, and medicine to heal you too, after they done sick the dog on you, sorry, I meant to say, whenever you are ill, figured, go figure it out.
And gave to you religion about, and dwindle dumb norms, unnormanly though those normans’ norms may be. And strange customs, and money to spend to buy them and other nothingness and nonsense, from them. And get poorer for so doing and poorer in spirit even. And waste away and prepare to die. And go to heaven, why? And now the time has come for their dying and for the wasting.
Starting from their children’s tasting, or more like not having children’s base basting, because those are bad for the square of them. Sorry, I meant to say, for the environment. And for the earth, and the ecosystems, and species preservation. And such the mention.
But as for us and our way of life, that must be observed, says those or/thers, no one is going to deprive us of our ways of life, nor cause us, or in other words, cause them to change such, it’s a given, from the creator eve, even. That we, meaning they, they must have the very best and the most, and all that there is to have of this earth. At the expense and even the extinction of others, so why bothers?
Not for them though, it's not about them and us. It's about all of us, wink-wink. And all the others and the many wonders of wonderful things about this beautiful rock-band called earth, even, which we want to preserve for whoever will come after us.
Not us though, we all are in this together, we have all been bad and shall go out together, because, together we have been bad stewards of this earth thing feeling, so now we must make a pack, together, to bring her back to her former, former glory, all of us together must do this story us weather, because we are equal. And equally responsible for what has happened in the past. And even now. And therefore will be rewarded equally for the ultimate outcome which we would have fabricated with our own hands and out of our collective imagination. Yeah mon, right-on.
Hey you, black man, hear this even. “Power is not given, power is taken,” UN General Secretary, -Antonio Guterres. So, Black man, lie to me. Tell me you are worth saving. Again.
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