From Watts to Ferguson

New York Times photo - 8/14/14
New York Times photo – 8/14/14

And this is what becomes of youth

Arm and arm with desire

Standing staunch facing abuse

Before a funeral pyre

 

Youth inbred with courage and past

Arm and arm with desire

Stand before weapons en masse

Falcons in loosening gyre

 

To see faces so young and unlined

Witness new history unfold

Is to know the past as so unkind

Lessons unlearned, agony untold

 

This is what becomes of a youth

Where bondage is original sin

Buried with denial at its root

As if the crime had never been

 

Not as if one turns a page

To find a new, happy ending

Black skin will always pre-sent rage

Some unfailing and unbending

 

And so our youths confront it all;

Our transgressions of the past

Those shot will scream and fall

As we parse a truce that failed to last

 

 

                                                 ~ Gwen Davis-Feldman

                                                    August 14, 2014

THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD

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Under the weight of

Human imperfection,

The world is perfect

It keeps spinning – faster in hopes of

Shaking itself free

Of our dreams and wants,

Violent footprints of darkness

Refusal to satisfy

A world where peace has not a

Prayer

Unless as heat

That leaks from the sky

Mournful, fiery tears

Burning in our ignorance

As we race blindly

Beyond the trees

Perfect with rings

Barking our history

Trumpeting our future

THE BOOK OF TRUTHS PAST

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Oh that there were a book

With no question to its accuracy

Where one could only look

And see mistakes of history

Learning would be inherent

No shadow of greed to fall

Across the heart the parent

Not young enough to know it all

The book would stand tall behind

The door of every man

A shotgun of knowledge kind

And aimed with a steady hand

The book would flow torrential

Facts and historical drama

No skimming of great potential

Or dreams of instant karma

Book: A dramatic monologue

Proving Adler’s aggressions

Book: The human travelogue

Of our material obsessions

A book impossible to read

Through rose tinted lens

Reality’s ugliest seed

Blooms real and honest gems

This  bible of truths past

Will center all ceremony

And anchor our future fast

Outruling hate and acrimony

Twist the question marks of life

To laws inherent day-to-day

Book of past truths will be rife

With lessons to show the way

A  dictionary to live and sleep

Between the sheets of truth

With rent my room and board my keep

And honesty for my roof

Who will the first page start

Tempting suspicion of cynics

Dare a brave message from the heart

And peacefully slay the mimics