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Satchmo sings the blue...

Satchmo sings the blue….

Satchmo sang about a wonderful
world
I wonder where he was looking
with his bug eyes
thick lip so well earned.

To roll a dice and get six
while others
get only one,
is wonderful,
that’s a life of chance

To eat until your obese
while others watch on dying
from hunger, is not a life
of chance,

This is orchestrated
hunger and no it’s far from
wonderful, far from here,
that game of life
they play today

Satchmo didn’t sing
to hungry crowds,
he’d never hear
their silence.

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eating to obese and dying of hunger is the main condition that gets to me because of the way this world.
enjoy this sad humbling song

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Thank you Barbara, glad you enjoyed this poem. Love Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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Maybe it's just when you see what that song is used for today, the way it's used to promote all the things we don't really need. In the western world that song has some justification, but in some parts of Africa and the middle East, far East can you imagine. Anyway that's me off my soap box, thank you for commenting Ian. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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Hi Roscoe, *It's a wonderful world* is played every Sunday morning in my daughter's house. It's how they start the day, their *Sunday sermon*, so to speak.

I don't know Satchmo's reasons for being obese, but I know that the poor in this country are mostly grossly overweight. Few fruits and vegetables, more starch and fat. As far as hunger is concerned, I watched my mom die of starvation....cancer of the stomach and esophagus took its toll. Three months is a long time to die of starvation. So my life is filled with doing what I can to call attention to the injustices of life that serve the few at the expense of the many.

Thank you for this poem to begin a dialogue on what ails the world. In another poetry group I said that there's no real reason for suffering from thirst, hunger or war on earth in 2011 if we but
learned anything from history and consciously chose to co-create heaven on earth rather than what exists now.

Nature is beautiful. So is the art that bring people together, to hear, to see, to listen, to share.
Like Satchmo's "It's a Wonderful World".

~A

~A

Thank you, i love the thought of your daughters house on a Sunday, and i'm glad you have a good start to your poetry group. I believe as you do that there should be no hunger or thirst in our modern world, that's why i say it's orchestrated to suit the powerful nations. So sorry to hear about your mother, it is such a long time to suffer, and must have been hard feeling so helpless. Love Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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The poem is written from an unconventional angle. As not quite sure why satchmo should represent obesity, and its effects, I know he sang what a wonderful world but for me it seems an unusual choice. The first and the second half of the poem seem a little mismatched, as it starts seeming to be about one thing then launches into different subject.

Having said that the poem does make some valid points.

Lou

Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!

Satchmo was a fat man singing the song, what would it be like singing this song in a jungle or desert where people were dying from hunger. That's the irony i'm trying to convey, Love Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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