Poems
Fly like a bird
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
Peaceful birds, not angry birds.
Birds flying from the north, south, east and west.
Birds ready to fly high in the sky,
Like the eagles and the doves.
Not birds ready to die,
No chickens and no ducks.
Birds ready to fly high in the sky
Amidst the shining light,
Birds ready to take that great flight.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
No more caged birds trapped in stagnation and deprivation.
Birds freed and ready to explore God’s amazing creation with unlimited imagination.
Birds chirping beautifully into the trees of man’s heart and soul,
Filling the atmosphere with positive energy that makes us whole.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
We’re going to fly like a bird in the sky.
Erika Heslop Martin
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The Onyx Mutiny
I foresee a future of sickness
Where doctors and nurses only bare witness
To degradation of the strength and health
Giants instead rise and acquire wealth
From drugs that provide us no cure
The substance fades and becomes impure
I foresee a future of blackness
Dim, grim, rough…helpless
No more services for the holy
Once mounting mountains
Now fallen, lowly
Drums and bases are humbled
Boisterous lyrics are lyrically mumbled
I foresee a future of blood and slaughter
Faces of the meek rid of joy and laughter
Injustice and mayhem displace a nation’s anthem
Placards and microphones removed from them
Them who plea the right to breathe
Blood spill by the hands of murderous seethe
I foresee a future of bondage
No care to share, no love to salvage
Armed white heels trump raised black fist
Mournful black and blue eyes wide pissed
Their necks broken from the weight of the oppression
Innocence rewarded with victor’s forceful repression
I foresee a future with no repent
Rigid star-spangled banner’s descent
White-necked raven shrill caws at the border
Spectate the actions of the harsh performer
World audience of the onyx mutiny
Proud nation falls at the dawn of no community
Daneilla F. Banks