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Not only was it promised
but declared,
all men were created
equal…implying
those of color and all women
were exceptions
and women not of color
would eventually, be considered.
There had earlier been scribed
A flower compact
And a billing of certain rights
Time inked a proclamation
promising emancipation
of the hued…implying
release of shackles, but retention
of the sacred institution;
Gettysburg assured itself
Papered infamy
Throughout the generations
Reconstructing manifest destiny,
plans—like waste paper and hue life,
were balled up and thrown away—
like broken furniture and mirrors:
implying the self-evidence of the fragility
of promises and their similar fate.
Fast-forwarding—wallpapering time,
Promised reservations were made
And kept on the new frontier—crows
And hued people shared a commonality;
Time rolled on, over-filling trash bins
With balled-up waste paper bills
Of certified wasted promises—
Implying…the more things change,
The more they remained the same
Fast-forwarding again, setting time
cast a blue meridian illusion
over the symbolic white house—
aping political eclipse of promises.
Finally, millennial political festering
erupted and spilled over with promising
chaos returning to the promising land;
now the promised future lies before us
like the shattered glass of broken mirrors
of bad luck puncturing our weary feet.
However, keep hope alive—time’s Easter
Cannot be broken—in cosmic eternity—
We are as the rising sun and moon:
The light of our promised path cannot be broken.
Come let us walk in the cosmic light of the village;
that cosmic light that’s all around and within us:
we, the children of the village; scattered but united;
broken promises cannot break purposed integrity
nor fermenting hope, faith, and determination.
