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Newpanther
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Yesterday

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I do not dream of yesterday
When all my troubles seemed so far away
But they are as near as my finger 
Touching the nose on my trembling face
And so false it is 
when my choir sings on Sunday mornings that 
trouble don’t last always

I can clearly see the morning mist clearing from the heavy
Lynch roped branches of southern trees
And weeping women and children on their knees
As their men swing above them like
Orchards of strange fruit 
Musical strains softly played in the background
The ghost of Lady Day
Still singing from the long rusted microphone
I told you so

But this ain’t yesterday
When we were meagerly rewarded and
Severely chastised based on our daily yield 
The long unending 
God forsaken crisp baking hours on the plantation field
Back to being less than three fifths of a human being
And what I am seeing isn’t a vision of long ago Antebellum 
It will be the new norm once again
And when it happens 
It’s just a matter of time

maybe tomorrow

You can see the new building blocks neatly placed over the old foundation of this nation
Each day I watch the news reports
We start to assemble in military formation
Packing the stacked conservative courts 
Tickets back to plantation fields not limited to southern states
But all across this once great nation
To sing songs again in unison that death is our only salvation

And this ain’t yesterday
Tomorrow
Coming into view faster than traffic on I-80 at evening rush hour
I must stop what I’m doing in a minute
And complete my online training for slurred speaking
Sessions are remote
Gotta complete this soon before they take away all my rights
And my ability to even vote
God will be my new representation in the senate
The house
the presidency
and all I will ever be once again
is uneducated
illiterate
and my poetic pen will be a memory I must keep to myself and never teach to another
will kiss my family today before they are sold
tomorrow
just like they were sold 
yesterday

it is coming

yesterday
it is coming

tomorrow

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The Immortal Wize says:

Delving into this touching penmanship I hear the Beatles singing then Gladys Knight chimes in and says these will be the good old days for our children and it makes me realize the way we were isn't much better than the way we are, when viewed from a particular point it seems as though time is definitely rewriting the same old lines.

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Newpanther says:

poets... or as I call myself, a ":writer of poems," are basically news reporters, capturing what we see, yet, reporting the news in a different way. This one, is an observation of the current climate, with an ominous waring of what could happen..
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mlowe5 says:

Yebo! In trying not to teach, you've just taught a most profound awareness lesson, Newpanther! Yesterday was; tomorrow, when it comes, will be today---always. Today, you too, are becoming a mentor to be here when the elders are gone. You remind me so much of a young Poet Wize I digitally met several years ago! What a blessing for a waxing elder whose time is waning. ONE. Continue your penning your poetic teachings of yesterday, today and tomorrow. Peace and Love.
 

Newpanther says:

You have much to teach me, my most learned mentor... The master has many more miles for you to travel and I virtually sit at your feet, wide-eyed, transfixed at the wisdom you share with me and the other scribes in this room...

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LP45 says:

Excellent write Newpanther. Powerful penning. Thank you for sharing this.
 

Newpanther says:

Blessings, my sister!

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