Saturday, March 14, 2026

Ona Move

 Ona Move


Dedicated to those slain in the fire from sky

To the men, women and children who did die

By the hands of wicked men insane

May their sacrifice not be in vain

 

Pale invaders from across the sea

Democracy, we shall be free?

The Earth echoes with their cries

Mother mourns lamenting their lies

Red men in peace and harmony understood

To serve the Creator we must do good

A brutal winter to survive

Indians in Love kept them alive

And to repay the kindness done

Each pilgrim picked up a gun

And to those not blown away

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

Arrogant minds lusting for power

A darkness of scourge to devour

Men stolen from African home

Chained on ships to terrors unknown

Victims of a diabolical plan

Beasts of burden transformed from man

Beaten, bound upon fields of cotton

Agonies the system insists be forgotten

And when the chains of iron fell

Chattel slavery deformed to a different hell

No forty acres and a mule

A little better but still infinitely cruel

The master of the opulent plantation

Shares no wealth only tales of salvation

So to those emancipated as they earnestly pray

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

From history that makes no sense

A hypothetical pretense

That we have an unalienable right

To say and do as we might

So we gather, build and organize

What we create they come to despise

For tyrants live in castles of sand

To be washed away when we understand

So John Africa with brilliant mind

Opened his eyes to truths to find

That the government is a slave to money

And humanity is robbed by technology

So to flourish we should live simple

And forsake the nonsense that clutters the soul

Yet darkness seeks to extinguish light

In Philadelphia came many a fight

Until in the city of brotherly love

They dropped a bomb from the sky above

Only Ramona and a child to survive

But from the ashes the dream stays alive

When you kill with a uniform its okay?

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

They lie about everything under the sun

Especially the evil they have done

Still there is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move from hate

Move from useless debate

Move from science

Move from technological reliance

Move from greed

Move I plead

Move indeed

Move from war

Move from Babylon the Whore

I’ll say it once more

For I am sure

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move to peace

Move to release

Move to being kind

Move to free our mind

Move to see

Move to being free

Move to God above

Most of all Move to Love

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

When we Move in this land

When we come to understand

Wicked powers will die

Empty demons tossed from the sky

I cannot Move for you

It’s something we all must do

Be true

And know in all we go through

Love will renew

Love will renew

Love will renew

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Darkness shall decay

Ona Move Ona Move this day

No force shall make us stray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

For we too come in God’s name

We too have a message to proclaim

Our prophecies are not the same

We do not blame

Come the sun, see it rise

Look with your own eyes

Dawn’s first ray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Night is turning to day

Ona Move that’s what we all say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Prove what we got to prove

Ona Move

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


Sunday, March 8, 2026

Escaping Fascism

Escaping Fascism

 

Straight from the institute

Desire of the soul

Money and control

Mister Business suit

Lusting for more

Advocates perpetual war

Hear him calling

While in the Middle East

There is no peace

As bombs are falling

I’d like to migrate

Someplace safe

Far from the hate

But on the brink of World War 3

That is impossibility

On the Amerikkkan street

Young black men feel the heat

Based on their race

Gun downed in disgrace

Meanwhile the war on terror

Is pushed wide and far

As long as profits are to be made

Satan’s plans carefully laid

Will be executed

In Mother Earth violated and polluted

Maybe the Caribbean

Isolated from the sea

Is the only place to be

Even then

They invaded Grenada

And Haiti in poverty obscene

In occupied and crucified

By the United States marines

Best to stay in your own land

And make a stand

Escaping Fascism

Will only come with a fight

So do what is right  


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Poet To The Poor


Saturday, March 7, 2026

R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N

 R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N

 

R is for the righteousness of our fight

E is for the evil that permeates this place

V is for the victory on which we set our sight

O is for the overwhelming odds we face

L is for the love that we show one another

U is for the undeniable force we possess

T is for the talents we will discover

I is for that ignorance that we must address

O is for oppression the foulest crime

N is for now, as now is the time

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Poet To The Poor


Friday, March 6, 2026

Peace

Peace

 

There is a dream

That we share

In lofty hopes

And solemn prayer

Peace

Peace I say

To come our way

Peace for all

Great and small

 

We awake

In the rumble of the bomb

With the scent of napalm

On our breath

Prophesying death

War is a whore

With no give and all take

Missiles fly

Children cry

Civilians die

And we ask why

While the answer given

Is always a lie

 

But there is no surrender

Or forsaking the ideal

In the future

Peace will be real

We shall turn

When we learn

The lesson of Love 


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Poet To The Poor


Saturday, February 28, 2026

Making Angels

Making Angels

 

From the heavens the pilots are full of fire

Rich men have no care for a poor man’s desire

Do as I say or you will meet a similar fate

And thus love loses to the forces of hate

 

They’re making angels crying we will win

They’re making angels the good of the sin

They’re making angels see the end begin

They’re making angels oh not again

 

We’re marching in the street we have no voice

We’re marching in the street we have no choice

One day I pray the woe of war will come to an end

He is not my enemy he is merely a distant friend

 

They’re making angels crying we will win

They’re making angels the good of the sin

They’re making angels see the end begin

They’re making angels oh not again

 

It’s half a world away so what do you care

God if but for once you heard our prayer

Evil men with evil goals they are in control

Evil men with evil goals they have no soul

 

They’re making angels crying we will win

They’re making angels the good of the sin

They’re making angels see the end begin

They’re making angels oh not again

 

I wish I was singing about flower blooming in June

I wish I was singing some whimsical merry tune

But this is a dirge of the empty apocalypse

Come closer sweet Lord Judas desires a kiss

 

Another unmarked grave to mock cruelty

Another war to bring us more futility

Meanwhile the angels circle in the wind

Press the button and everything will end

 

They’re making angels crying we will win

They’re making angels the good of the sin

They’re making angels see the end begin

They’re making angels oh not again

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Friday, February 27, 2026

She Writes A Poem

She Writes A Poem

 

Heart in hand emotions think

Appropriately pen of red ink

Her thoughts

Fragments

Segments

Caught

Like morning dew upon a spider’s web

Fragilely swaying

In the gentle breeze

Spider nervously twitching all eight legs

A reader a rat in the maze

The provolone of imagery

The cheddar of symbolism

The Muenster of mystery

As the reader meanders

Through tricky turns

Dead end after dead end

Never to comprehend

The cryptic meaning

In between

The scribbled lines

But alas all is fine

Such is the curse

Of free verse

Tell me words of wisdom

Show me a magical kingdom

I want to connect

To unite

To know in confidence

I am not alone in the night

A watchman

Waiting for dawn

The faintest ray

Of the new day

But alas

Black clouds of obscurity pass

She writes a poem

In body and mind

And I am being kind 


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Poet To The Poor


Thursday, February 26, 2026

You Went Rambling

You Went Rambling

 

I’m watching snow falling out of the window

I can hear the freezing wind blow

Ain’t no sunshine in my cloudy sky

You left me now I wonder why

 

We had treasures in our golden chest

Full of good times the very best

But winds of change gave no rest

You went rambling to points out west

 

I remember making love so sweet

Your hand in mine we were complete

I was a dream come true dear baby

Did you leave chasing some fantasy

 

We had treasures in our golden chest

Full of good times the very best

But winds of change gave no rest

You went rambling to points out west

 

It’s cold with no one to keep me warm

There’s no shelter from the storm

I stare at a picture of me and you

I can’t accept it we’re through

 

Tomorrow may it never come

Tears fall in an endless sum

I would search out where you hide

But sweet lover I got my pride

 

We had treasures in our golden chest

Full of good times the very best

But winds of change gave no rest

You went rambling to points out west 


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