Poems
Hungry lion
His eyes are on fire
You already know what his heart desires.
Across the lake, you can see what he admires
That sweet, meaty deer
His legs bend focusing on how to catch his prey
As you look on the predator’s face there is a sneer
Well, my friend, that is how he catches his meat
Better get out of here or you’ll be next he will greet.
– Shannoy Wynte
What’s the fight for?
We have travelled and come a far way but still distant
Forgetting the fight for peace and unity
Indulging more into an abyss in alone some
Plunging more away at our roots and leaving us with nothing to stand on but standing alone
No longer standing strong but firm in an illusion
We keep forgetting the past
Those that were slaves, maids and masters
It’s coming to nothing and I am caught being a victim
Just like the lands of this world, we started drifting slowly and surely shredding our parts
We have become more divided while looking secretly more ways to mend
The above is a joke, I might add,
When is the next earthquake so I can feel the tremor and say, that’s who causing our terror
But is it?
Or are we just always looking for a goat to escape on?
The future we are fighting towards is nothing but pale and sweet in an instance
Forgiveness is no longer a fair chance
We keep taking steps forward or at least supposedly
It seems more like we have a bad sense of direction
We changed course and it wasn’t mentioned or even that obvious but we are moving along for satisfaction
Our roots are no more, our pride is too high
It’s hard to regain those heights of the top shelf
The greatness we embodied and was buried
Our base is completely demolished
Nothing left but our polished insecurities
Inspired by all the black freedom fighters
– Makonnen Solomon
Turn to God
When you have no one else to turn to
You’ll have to turn to God
Little he did for me I never recognize
All these years I wondered where he was
He was always on my side
I was really down so bad I had to look up to the skies
Thinking when these pain will go away
Sure U can see it in my eyes
Blessing please fall on me like when these tears fall out my eyes
Be sure to send your prayers to the most high
Even in good and bad times
It’s just me and my thoughts like always
And God keep sending signs
I had no coat on and I still went through cold nights
No one to talk but these lonely nights
Nothing wrong being alone because the sun always yet still it still shines
My birthday is no surprise
that day I never seen so many lies
Focusing on what ahead of me I hope my future bright.
– Tyriece Stewart