Brick Wall

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Brick Wall

 

Its silence no words/ no words/ a total brick wall

All our sons and daughters/ shot down/ just die

Sit them on the wall / BOOM/ you watch ‘em fall

They’re   broken eggshells/ Why you livin’ the lie

 

Disin culture/ shamin roots/ I’m still your brother

Be proud/ respect yourself/ you are who you are

Get beneath the ground/ ROOTS/same as any other

Celebrate your community/ now/ invite a neighbour

 

Rivers of blood/ look at it/ its blockin up the gutter

Flesh dropin/ its eating away/ a maggot infection

Step up to the plate/ SPEAK/ truth you must utter

Listen to my message/ hear me/ culture integration

 

Raise the blockade/ say the word/ now build that bridge

Be a teacher/ be pupil/ don’t matter your colour or creed

It’s a people war/ ENGAGE/ peace flow over that ridge

Be there for each other/ unite my brother/ plant that seed

 

You have the power/ don’t ask/ make that right choice

Blow it away/ remove that shadow/ stop all the killin

Join our culture/ SING/ become one/ strong with one voice

Workin to our choice/ we’re human beings/ we’re ‘Cultural Jamin’

©Philip Golding Feb 2007

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Teardrops commented on Brick Wall

10-04-2010

I agree with rhymer it is like the peace marches funny they were alot of voilance and they called them peace marches thanks for the read Marie

Po8ree

10/04/2010

thank you my No1 American fan. This is going on now in an area i do community work.

Rhymer commented on Brick Wall

10-04-2010

Reminded me of the peace marchs of the late 60's. Inspirational call to peaceful arms. 10 from me.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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