Words they do… – a poem

Word, the most violent and deadly of devices.

Some cause hurt will some bring sacrifices.

This singular blade of patronization

may bring hope or one’s death causation.

My breath is shallow    get off of me,

those are words below a bended knee.

They are screamed, shouted     cried in mass,

no wonder the chants have turned to “You can kiss my ass.”

Young man, lying cuffed     down on the ground,

pleas of “sorry”, “I’m good”, authorities stand around.

He’s sick and vomiting from fear    confused,

all the man asked is, “What drugs have you used?”

One word can turn belief from one to the other.

The right takedown   then a lineal belief of a brother.

Words, they do good    they do harm    they kill    they agree.

What does the future hold for this land of the free?

 
 
 
 
“One cannot change history, but can create the future.” – Ronovan Hester
 

Standard Poetry Image for Friday

 

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Hammers have no Power – a poem

One cannot erase the least of the past,
the memories remain, now, even more, held fast.
It can’t be torn down with a hundred thousand blows.
But unity, voice, and pen have power to transpose.
Not having lost the what, where and were,
one has the knowledge to create the future.
 
 
“One cannot change history, but can create the future.”
 

Ronovan's Image for Thursday Poems

 

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the earth burns – a haiku poem

winds of change begin

from east to west and beyond,

earth’s face turns and  burns
 
 

A Haiku for my challenge this week: Change & Face.

Tuesday Poetry. Standard Image.

 

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