Monday, May 2, 2011

BLACK BE ATTITUDES...

Wretched are the meek and poor
For they shall inherit the world
Of worries, a world with no end
Of troubles, endless worries,
Endless troubles, endless worries...

Wretched are the weak and poor
For they shall wander through
The wilderness of water-
Less rocks and like the fool of Marley,
Be forever thirsty...

Wretched are the bleak and poor
For they shall eat crumbs of hackneyed bread,
Once manna, of hosannas
And hallelujahs, dangled
From heavy, heaving, three-piece heavens

By fatted shepherds, toting
Fattened collection bags...

Wretched are the meek and poor
For they shall be crucified
Upon the cross of Capital-
Ism, Communism, Socialism,
Colonialism, Marxism...

Wretched are the weak and poor
For they shall inherit hell,
Inherit hell of here and now,
Inherit hell of hereafter,
Inherit hell forever...

Wretched are the rich and wealthy
Whose pockets are never empty

But blessed are the rich who give
All their possessions to the meek
And poor, all they have to the weak
And poor, for they shall want no more,
For they shall want no more...

Blessed are the black and poor
For they are black and poor.

Copyright ©2011 by G. Newton V. Chance

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George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

by Langston Hughes

the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)

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