I want to share another poem from my archive, written as a youth It’s all about life, and I assure you, it’s not necessarily every body’s truth. Remember that to each his or her own, as one man’s heaven is a next man’s hell Envy not a man’s success, because you never know the things he gave up or even sell. I have seen the wicked growing old and flourishing like a big green bay tree While the righteous dying young and perishing and losing their liberty.
Last week, I saw countless messages of merry Christmas and happy new year. People wishing each other prosperity, success, and lots of good cheer. Yet they didn’t even stop to help a little child, or the poor to wipe away a tear You see, it’s a calendar love affair, cause deep down, very few people really care.
Did you noticed that the grass seems greener on the other side, but when you see the other side's water bill you want to hide.
It is better to help the poor and needy rather than give tithes and offering to a church and its priest or pastor. A contrite heart and a defender of the poor and less fortunate are the best tithes and offering one can give. It is more Christlike than tithes.
Why give god a colour? After all, isn't colour one of the major reasons for the hatred, bigotry and prejudice that is helping to destroy the brotherhood of man?
Praying for our daily bread is deemed proper. So is praying for our safety and well being. Praying for victory over our enemies or for the damnation of the oppressors also seem fitting. However, seeking forgiveness for self and for our transgressors become more challenging.
Take a look at life and wonder if it is all hoodwinking.. I mean , all this time, have we really check what we are drinking: while spending our lives hoping for rising when the darn thing is sinking.
Toppling statues and changing emblems will never change the institutionalized systematic dehumanization of Blacks. It requires action that will change the system from the core out. Yet are we ready mentally and philosophically? Between the devil and the blue sea.
A Slice of Love from my "VIEW" (1983) collection. Youthful 20 year old views.