Outstandingly and brilliantly written my friend, You brought justice to them… and that last verse! smart very very smart and says it all. It really surprises me how some people thinking is till this day extremist and racist, but truth from where I am and what I’ve seen in the past years, nothing surprising me anymore. I admire your poem and admire You for writing it.

Okay, I have to say, this brought tears to my eyes. Such imagery should never exist but also never forgotten. I believe you did Nina justice here

Light, Willow, and Mary, thank you so much for your visit and for your comments on this poem. One of the reasons I became a revolutionary was because of digging deeper into the oppression of Black people. At first, it was more based on a religious basis, but after reading books like Griffin’s, “Black Like Me”; Baldwin’s, “The Fire Next Time”; and “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”, I began to realize it has deeper roots in a whole system, the rise of capitalism and its colonial conquests and genocide and slavery. This led me to Marx and Lenin and Mao, and now Bob Avakian. We do not have to live this way, and we are capable of ending all oppression. This is the reason for those last 2 lines.

LOVE THIS!! Love the art work! Love the song/poem!!

There is so much to say about this poem/song, but not sure where to begin. Yes, racism and bigotry are taught, whether in the home or even more in a society where racism is built into its very fabric and from the very beginning. Genocide and Slavery (yes existing today), are the founding morality and ethos of this country, of the whole capitalist development. America was NEVER GREAT and has always been 2 countries within a single country. In today’s world and society, we see the results and continuation of this divide. And, unless it is stopped, everything will get even worse.

Drieks, your poem is right on time!! Sing it LOUD!! Back in the day, we would say: “Seize the time; Seize the power”!

Curt

Beautifully ugly truth, my friend. This may seem unrelated because it is so mild by comparison. But, it reminded me of when I was in high school in my small town of Waco, Texas. I had begun writing then and I was also active in Speech and Drama competition. I wanted to use my own work, but that was not allowed, so I adopted the pen name, “L. Cohen,” a phonetic rearrangement of the letters of my name, of a sort. My mother was aghast. “Why choose THAT name? she asked. I explained, and she said, “But that’s JEWISH! Aren’t you worried?” “Why would I be worried, mom? I asked her, innocently. “Oh, never mind, she said. I was truly puzzled. We had never talked about race. We had never been around people of other races. But I knew racism when I heard it, and I was hearing it from my own mother. Though I never heard her say an unkind word about anyone of any race, I never looked at her the same way again. Later that year, our school desegregated, 1965. Oddly (many people thought), there were no problems — at least, not among the kids. It was simply “novel” at worst. At best, I had some new friends.

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Incredible lyrics my friend you are one with your craft. Excellent work as always, your arrangement complements the lyrics nicely. And the message is received.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Love this Lady, call it out

Drieks amiga! What a powerful message. I’m honored to know you!
I can’t say I’ve experienced racism. Not the way my parents did back in the day.
My mom was very involved with who I hung out with and their parents.
If she didn’t like them it was a no fly zone. lol
My mom would love this!

The world needs this right now. It’s like we are going backwards as a society.
Not just with the color of our skin but in tolerance of different perspectives.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I am not worthy 🙏
The current president seems to be from another planet so maybe i’ll have a chance! 🤷‍♀️

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi Chère C.,

If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos

Don’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.

So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.

À lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.

Clay

There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.

While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.

Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.

Curt

I really like this dearest Benny great photo too ❤️

The mind is a trip… I much enjoyed this one

Powerfully penned, Peter. Another excellent write my friend. The mind is full dusty corners, nooks, and crannies where secrets often hide. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian