When the nonsense goes is when the conscience grows| Obscure in the emptiness of nothing| A dark hole with no hope| Dwindling with the closing door| A crack in the middle| Sprout a light of hope| The light grew| Isolating the dark with scenes of grey| Absent from the remote land| A screaming voice Utters| The noise to block the sound from the sun| The voices uniting into one loud screech| Misplaced was the microphone| Unplugged to dismiss the surrounding sounds| The pounds the weight carried to bury the noise| Today sees the time| Tomorrow shows the minutes| Next week tells the days| A Rusted crown on the head of a clown laughing| From the outside of the hole| That dark void| Singing with a menacing tone| His throat clogged in a patterned noise| -This poem was originally longer, but I had to break it down. Because i didn't want you all to be lost. My brain works in strange ways, and i get all these ideas that pop into my head all at ...
The Black Panthers were an awesome revolutionary group. When I was in Elementary School, a teacher told me and the rest of the class that they were a really bad gang, LOL.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have written a poem in memory of the persecution this group faced.
That's what J. Edgar Hoover wanted people to think. They labeled them terrorist, when in fact he's one of the biggest terrorist to ever live!. This is why in don't watch the news. They seem to hate progress.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for your comment on my post your poems are beautiful too.
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