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Submitted by T. Reflexion on 23 August 2008 - 6:58pm.
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SEGREGATED RACES
Chains of slavery cast spells of brutality everywhere
Bringing along widespread killing in our land
Our sons are sent forth for destruction
Mass massacre with black rite processions
Are the evil ends brought by past savages
With religious custom of the heathens
When our communities spin on the brink
The abuses of power pose bare-faced challenge
Must I alone weep in helplessness?
For victims whose colors and races I so admire
And for the conscience of those suffering
Yet I cannot describe their pains in words
I say the days of reckoning are coming
When we shall raise monuments
With wreaths for the wrongdoers;
Humanity has a noble universal theme
And must be purged of all impurities
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
(2 votes)

Wow!
Will you write a crappy poem already so I can critique it?! *laughs* I feel bad that there is so much suffering in your country. Was watching a documentary about Afghanistan (I know you’re in Nigeria) about how horrible things are, and how poorly women are treated, etc, and it’s just sickening. I hope conditions improve and that there can be peace. Touching write.
~Jess
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“I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I can pull some strings and find out….” - George Carlin
Love is being stupid
Love is being stupid together. ~Paul Valery
Nicely done. Well written and very powerful. There is a point behind this, which I find to be lacking in many writes, even in my own at times. Great job
Thank you
Thank you southern_voices15 for your encouragement and the comment. Best wishes.
Yes I will...
Infinite_Dwarf,
I have a lots of crappy poems in my file, some of them can’t come out good no matter how I try to polish them. I am afraid of what will happen when the down side of creativity sets in and I start putting them on stream. when those hard criticism come I will simply run for cover. (smiles) No, I will not run, I joined this site to improve on my poems and I am getting that already. Feel free to give me a helping hand. I need it. Sometime, it is good to detatch oneself from ones work in order to get a better view. My lecturer once said that a creative work has life of its own and should be appreciated as an entity seperate from the source. He then said, once a book is written, a poem or piece of art is created, the author is dead. Do you agree? In all, thank you very much for stopping by to read and for your comments. Cheers and best wishes.
T.
I don’t believe you ever wrote a crappy poem. I will have to think about what your lecturer said. I am not sure if I agree or not. It is one of those things like if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear, does it make a sound. I have heard good arguments on both sides of that question. Although I do agree what we create takes on a life of it’s own.
Our sons are sent forth for destruction. So pitifully true.
Thank you very much
Linda
You’ve caught me already in a philosophical postulation on structuralism. Honestly, I am not sure how I can argue this out, but take a text whose author we know nothing of and try to appreciate it. You will agree with me that all the merits and demerits of that text end with the text. May be I can’t put the arguement strong enough as my lecturer did. We were convinced then, but I am not sure how I can handle this now. Thank you very much my friend for always being on my side or should I say, on the side of my poems. My heart goes for you. Best wishes.
Must I alone weep in helplessness?
Sadly there is so much truth in your words, to make matters worse, the west is
conditioned by media backouts, unless it has a baring or a financial concern,
or there is extreme famine, we are only fed topical concerns,
Let’s hope the day of justice comes soon, Loved your account,
although painfully true, But true has a price as well,
Take care…..and Very Best Regards,
Peter
~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you
Peter
Thank you for your comment and for weeping with me. Best wishes.
T.
This poem tears at my heart. I have meet some people recently from
close to Kenya, and I have heard about their houses being set on fire with the
people in them. This is pure evil. Some have escaped, but to be away from
their country and they have had to deal with language barriers, isolation,
loss of family. My heart goes out to you. I wish the wicked would flee.
recently got together with a group from that country. I love the accent,
the faith, and strength I have seen. And correct me if I am wrong, but the
trouble they say is from people that have taken refuge in the country.
terrible. We in the United States are very grateful for what we have.
I am not rich, but I appreciate my freedom.
sincerely,
Patty
Patty
Yes, are right some of the problems we have here are caused by us. Have you seen a people who seem to like suffering? That is what I think about the way we do things here. Thank you for the reading and the comment. Best wishes.
Very good write
This is so true,touching and down to earth,what more can I say ?Thank you
Thank you
Thank you for stopping by to read. Best wishes.
I have not read one crappy poem of yours on this site.
Jess K. was right, there is nothing to critique here. You have a voice like a lion with the gentleness of Gandhi.
You bring more than awareness of your countries plight, you bring a form of poetry that reaches peoples souls.
I am envious.
I think it is your personal compassion combined with direct honesty that makes your poetry so great.
Anyone un-affected needs immediate medical attention. Their heart has stopped.
cheers,
Jess
Gandhi?
I am honoured to be associated with such a great personality like Gandhi, thank you. Honestly, I have some poems that don’t seem to make sense now due to mother tongue influence and limited vocabulary, thank goodness, neopoet is helping and I am learning fast. Best wishes
PM t me, no don't, allow me permission
to your email addrss and we can work on these togethe there
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cheers,
Jess
Thank you very much
See you there.