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…