BabyGrace
Refugee
SA
~~~
what knowledge do you impart
wipe clean the ivory sky
was it the flight or the fall
that screamed the reason why?
empty sugar cane fields
a crouching lion in the dark
there's not enough bread for all
tarnished brutality has left its mark
for sake or for friends
it's not her fault
a scar so deeply buried
brought vitality to a halt
hopscotch apart, bantam child
don't slip, don't think
sovereign separation
leaves love teetering on the brink
across the ocean's dungeon
the Queen spreads her wealth
dictator of all tribulations
she has no need for stealth
beat the fluttering dreams to the ground!
how dare they take flight?
to fly in the iron face
the thrall of Lady Tyranny's might?
lonesome chilliness descends
scrambled mugging beneath celestial sphere
spewing forth rapacious fufillment
but there's no one left to hear
dare I ask why the distinction?
the heartless twinkle in your eye?
it's an arduous task to climb the fence
things never were just black and white
~~~
so much for no poetry
this poem really belongs in Free YOur Mind but it's poetry so I put it here...
hope the content isn't offensive to anyone
It's about South Africa. My mum grew up there as a white South-African, which is not as easy as people made it out to be. As a little girl, she didn't realize things were wrong since little children believe what they see around them. Later when she was old enough to realize, she firmly agreed that the country's way of thinking was totally screwed up. But she was also kept from competing in the Olympics because of the whole political situation at the time. And I can honestly say my mother never mistreated anyone; she is a kind, fair, open-minded person.
I admire her for not being bitter about what went on, and I am very saddened and wish I knew what to do about the whole situation...look at the crime rates in that country.
I really hope this isn't offensive to anyone, I honestly mean that, because otherwise I will delete it. Just ask.
But I also think that there are two sides to every story and that not all white South African's were the cruel, heartless people they were made out to be.
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Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground...
~~~
what knowledge do you impart
wipe clean the ivory sky
was it the flight or the fall
that screamed the reason why?
empty sugar cane fields
a crouching lion in the dark
there's not enough bread for all
tarnished brutality has left its mark
for sake or for friends
it's not her fault
a scar so deeply buried
brought vitality to a halt
hopscotch apart, bantam child
don't slip, don't think
sovereign separation
leaves love teetering on the brink
across the ocean's dungeon
the Queen spreads her wealth
dictator of all tribulations
she has no need for stealth
beat the fluttering dreams to the ground!
how dare they take flight?
to fly in the iron face
the thrall of Lady Tyranny's might?
lonesome chilliness descends
scrambled mugging beneath celestial sphere
spewing forth rapacious fufillment
but there's no one left to hear
dare I ask why the distinction?
the heartless twinkle in your eye?
it's an arduous task to climb the fence
things never were just black and white
~~~
so much for no poetry
this poem really belongs in Free YOur Mind but it's poetry so I put it here...
hope the content isn't offensive to anyone
It's about South Africa. My mum grew up there as a white South-African, which is not as easy as people made it out to be. As a little girl, she didn't realize things were wrong since little children believe what they see around them. Later when she was old enough to realize, she firmly agreed that the country's way of thinking was totally screwed up. But she was also kept from competing in the Olympics because of the whole political situation at the time. And I can honestly say my mother never mistreated anyone; she is a kind, fair, open-minded person.
I admire her for not being bitter about what went on, and I am very saddened and wish I knew what to do about the whole situation...look at the crime rates in that country.
I really hope this isn't offensive to anyone, I honestly mean that, because otherwise I will delete it. Just ask.
But I also think that there are two sides to every story and that not all white South African's were the cruel, heartless people they were made out to be.
------------------
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground...