So many ghosts Pleading from the past Negotiating with the future Throwing off chains And screaming from rooftops For attention in a sea Of ignorance Don’t shut your eyes and ears For these many ghosts Are deserving of respect And hope and love Or do you prefer Not to learn at all Like so manyContinue reading “So Many Ghosts. A poem.”
Your clubs and fists Your horses and mace Cannot quell or diminish Voices united as one To drown out despots And desperate hypocrites Who would hold us down With guile and inequity We march and pray We cry for justice And will not be overcome Because Black Lives Matter #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here.Continue reading “March. A poem.”
They stand on distant shores With the distance between (Insurmountable? Never) The ocean, just a puddle Some are unwilling to cross #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to findContinue reading “Shores. A poem.”
Why march, you say. Why raise their fists in protest? If you have to ask, you haven’t been paying attention. Look outside and see the injustice. Look outside and see the fear, and the loss, and the indescribable pain so many have felt that you have not. No one is saying they are more importantContinue reading “Protest. A poem.”
White privilege Is like the weight of a thousand jackboots On our necks, on our backs But we stand, we shout, we overcome And by the time that coward leaves his baby bunker And his gestapo have been brought low We will make a world Where privilege Is not the domain of the few ButContinue reading “Privilege. A poem.”
Ivory towers Illegitimate power No knee can stop us #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click here to find out how to get your copy.