Hurricane

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    Hurricane
    To each season is a reason
    the blue waters of the earth
    cool and warm the land masses
    they surround
    the Atlantic ocean
    So blue
    So deep
    A diary to the souls who lie beneath
    A massive burial ground
    For captives who weren't considered
    Prime working meat
    Now you may call it
    El nino La Ninia Los ninos Los Ninos
    Lost Negroes lost negroes lost negroes
    Lost African chhildren who warm the bitter cold Atlantic sea
    Turning and churning the cool waters into
    A bathing pool of lethal death
    Americas and islands in b'tween
    You reep what u sew
    you reep what u sew
    you reep what u sew
    My mother has been stripped divided mocked
    and persecuted for her love
    The children she bore only to be described
    As
    Barbaric heathens savages
    Illiterate to the ways of modern civilization
    She lives with the pain of a bullet
    piercing  her left breast
    An eternal wound ooozing blood
    Suckled by a beast who thinks he knows best
    The pain extreme like the everlasting stream of tears
    Cascading upon her left chest
    The silent tears awaken the spirits of our tribal brothers and sisters
    Who are in an eternal war dance
    Moving in battle waves
    across the atlantic ocean
    the modern world calls it
    A tropical wave
    Tropical depression
    Tropical storm
    all evolving into a
    Hurricane
    I call it revenge
    Americas and Islands in B'tween
    You reep what u sew
    You reep what u sew
    You reep what u sew
    A tribal dance whirling swirlking
     winds screaming a unified tribal chant
    Diverse dialects coming together as one
    terrorizing ex slave ports who killed a daughter or son
    Have you ever seen or felt the destruction of a hurricane
    The essence of our brothas and sistas
    linked in chains bound by weights
    gasping for air swallowing the salty atlantic waters
    Never knowing this watery grave would be their
    destined fate
    Now you may call it El Nino La Ninia
    Los Ninos
    Los ninos
    Los ninos 
    Lost negroes lost negroes lost negroes
    Americas and Islands in B'tween
    You reep what u sew
    You reep what u sew
    You reep what u sew
    To each season is a reason
    its amazing how revenge
    Can travel thru a
    Hurricane
     
                        Do You Hear Me
                              Zahirme 
     
     
     

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    BlaQReign commented on Hurricane

    10-03-2009

    Loved the way that you put this piece together, and of course the flow could be visualised. As in a spoken word set. Props are given to the depth and realness of this piece:-) 1 Luv, BlaQ
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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