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Published August 8th, 2008 in verseIn the beginning we know not words but the noise of he that sins
The induction of destruction and obstruction of good tends
Do snowballs have a chance in hell and what does it all portend?
Am I left gasping and convulsing or will I get that second wind?
I’m not in Kansas anymore, Toto or maybe Corporate will accept me in
These skin faders and dermis lasers are doing much less than they pretend
“Study real hard”, “don’t let down your guard”, and seven like sapient
When he grows up, will life show up or should we notify next of kin?
Who is in the mirror? Is God any nearer? And where did I begin?
Claim pots or kettles or African settles or whatever moniker gives you skin
Aren’t we all the same ‘ere what’s in a name and don’t labels expire the trend?
We’re at sixes and sevens, a fly is in the ointment, and straw is in the wind
In the end we remember not words of enemies but the silence of our friends
And it’s that absence that negates. It’s that quiet that pretends.
kenn.
King Kenn this was a very good piece - The last two lines are so true - “you don’t remember the words of enemies but the silence of our friends” this line needs to be on a bookmark or cup-something. Thanks for another great write. Smiles:) Nancia
Good one Kenn. Maybe I’m just tired but I’m 50% sure that I don’t really understand what I think I do.
But one think really stuck out for me.
“In the end we remember not words of enemies but the silence of our friends”
This piece is an excerpt from my book and I break it down line by line there. For now, I will say that this is about black people globally and the different internal and external struggles we face. I throw in a lot of cultural references and sayings including my favorite quote by Martin Luther King, Jr, “In the end we remember not the words of enemies but the silence of our friends.”
Just wanted to say I really enjoyed this one in particular would like to read the rest.
Ok I now have read the rest and I appreciate the message behind this poem.