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At The Station...Just Horsing Around...

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The blessed light

of another day

is upon us

as we sit on the bay

of the ocean of our reality

in the summertime…

contemplating the political

waves and tides of our discontent;

divine wisdom revealing to us, things

are indeed not easy in this land

where our ancestors did not

ask to come, but were brutally

snatched from the womb

of their motherland and forced

to be here;

ancestors forced to be here,

dropping us from their wombs

making this land, the land

from whence we have come

and are now to be, forever...

 

Yes, this is the land of our birth;

the land where our ancestors

have died; the land that has molded

the pride of our pilgrimage’s stride…

the land where we can still sing

God bless America—bless her

with voices...He hears and knows—

in a land where we sing two anthems,

pulling the lyrical truth from one,

and the allegorical meanings

from the seemingly vacuum-like words

of the other…

 

No, in this discontented summer

in the land of our birth,

things are definitely not easy…

and the only thing jumping

is the spiritual joy

of having another day

on the journey through this waste

hollowing valley, in our pilgrimage

towards freedom in a land

where once our visibility

was indeed the hued symbol

of its so-called greatness…

even if it was a 3/5 visibility

that eventually became a cataract

visibility of the fullness—an unshackled

humanity—free …but no freedom:

free is one thing…freedom…another…

 

Though we are now in the summer

of a veiled new millennium—

in the land of ours and our children’s

birth—the living is still not easy…

the roaring tides and waves of political

immorality… bigotry…and racism…

are as stormy…destructive…and as

deceitful…as they were centuries ago…

 

Thus, the proverbial question of “where

do we go from here”, can no longer

be a pondering thought—we can’t

go back to the slavery where we have

come from…hell no…we won’t go…

backwards never…forwards ever—

for we are here to stay and no banana

mane clown can mimic such a diaspora,

drooling from sinking ship loose lips…

hoping that the pseudo powers of tyrants

can super-cede the divine powers

that have promised…former iniquities

will pass away…and we shall be free

and have freedom here on earth

as we prepare for that freedom

in that land that is not that of man;

so let us get ready…the elected train

is at the station…let us get ticketed…

board…and go to where we have chosen

to go in this land where we can

get on our old horse and ride on down

on acres of this old land that is ours…

 

All aboard…!?...

 

Saddle up…!!...

 

Peace…Love…One…

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Charles2 says:

Outstanding... vision...

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mlowe5 says:

Thanks Charles2. Ah so it go, my Brother...Ah so it goes...Peace and love, mlowe5.
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mlowe5 says:

ONE, love_supreme. Thanks for hanging out with me at the station. Peace and Love.

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