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bballcardkid4 · 10-05-2011, 09:45 AM

Just wrote it in my spare time, it's spoken word so that's why i doesnt ryhme.

The Stage

this stage is a new page in history
and the pen is in my hand
they ask me to flip a coin
and choose between an illusion and an impossibility
I am no beggar and you offer no charity
Just a perception of liberty that like the bread and circus of the Romans#@
and we all hail an emperor who’s not a republican or a democrat but a CEO
who puts on death row#@
those who refuse to be clowns who juggle words or court jesters#@
refuse to be T.V.’s on mute or reality’s fakers
‘cause I’m a Sufi with a sword
a monk with a machete
and I’m ready to draw a line in the sand
so cross it if you can#@
commit to liberation from the inner soul’s oppression
then outer world’s aggression
against the dignity of man

And another one...

The Human Race

I see invisible children
hold hands with those who lost their limbs
open the door of my soul to those lost within#@
I write name tags
stick them on the hearts of nameless refugees
who have been reduced to statistics#@
tattooed with numbers like in Auschwitz#@
we wash their lives#@
that have been flipped upside down in the world’s washing machine
their inner colors bleed
as money laundering vultures feed off their putrid pride#@
I see pain woven into their eyes#@
broken are their faces#@
like shattered mirrors reflecting society’s neglect
and we expect them to stitch their wounds#@
their eyes are tombs#@
and buried deep within looms#@
a dignity that withers never blooms#@
I sing lullabies to sooth the cries#@
of the child whose baby crib is the garbage dumpster
where her mother dumped her#@
left her to die under the evening sky#@
that dresses in black to mourn the sins of the sons of Adam
this is the human race

10-05-2011, 09:45 AM	#1 (permalink)
bballcardkid4 Member Join Date: Sep 2011 Posts: 1,299 bballcards786	what do you guys think of my poem? Just wrote it in my spare time, it's spoken word so that's why i doesnt ryhme. The Stage this stage is a new page in history and the pen is in my hand they ask me to flip a coin and choose between an illusion and an impossibility I am no beggar and you offer no charity Just a perception of liberty that like the bread and circus of the Romans#@ and we all hail an emperor who’s not a republican or a democrat but a CEO who puts on death row#@ those who refuse to be clowns who juggle words or court jesters#@ refuse to be T.V.’s on mute or reality’s fakers ‘cause I’m a Sufi with a sword a monk with a machete and I’m ready to draw a line in the sand so cross it if you can#@ commit to liberation from the inner soul’s oppression then outer world’s aggression against the dignity of man And another one... The Human Race I see invisible children hold hands with those who lost their limbs open the door of my soul to those lost within#@ I write name tags stick them on the hearts of nameless refugees who have been reduced to statistics#@ tattooed with numbers like in Auschwitz#@ we wash their lives#@ that have been flipped upside down in the world’s washing machine their inner colors bleed as money laundering vultures feed off their putrid pride#@ I see pain woven into their eyes#@ broken are their faces#@ like shattered mirrors reflecting society’s neglect and we expect them to stitch their wounds#@ their eyes are tombs#@ and buried deep within looms#@ a dignity that withers never blooms#@ I sing lullabies to sooth the cries#@ of the child whose baby crib is the garbage dumpster where her mother dumped her#@ left her to die under the evening sky#@ that dresses in black to mourn the sins of the sons of Adam this is the human race __________________ My Bucket: http://s1105.photobucket.com/albums/h350/bballcardkid4/ IN PROGRESS I send in pwe Last edited by bballcardkid4; 10-05-2011 at 09:48 AM.