Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.
Remove the Romans after approximately 400 years
Add lots of Norman French to some
Angles, Saxons, Jutes and Vikings, then stir vigorously.
Mix some hot Chileans, cool Jamaicans, Dominicans,
Trinidadians and Bajans with some Ethiopians, Chinese,
......
Two sides to every story; this is what we always say
He said she said, he thought, she thought,
Hearsay!
Two ears to hear and one mouth to speak
Secrets will leak
Gossip will speak.
Truth becomes distorted as each lie is supported
Building blocks of communication
Become formidable walls of silence
......
Don't you wish the shadow of prejudice would lift off the earth
And evaporate into infinity, out in unbounded space
Where it was hurled
Taking with it the power to influence all human kind.
The we would truthfully charge an abuse, each single Time
Then only the blind could see and feel
What is a disguise and what is real
It would take the touch, or the memory,
To spot the enemy
Gentle feelings we have tamed not to surface
......
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
......
God-like Tsarevna
Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde!
Whose wisdom matchless
Opened the true path
To young Prince Khlor
To go up on that high peak
Where the rose without thorns grows,
Where virtue dwells:
It takes my spirit and mind prisoner,
Tell me how to find it.
......
Two sides to every story; this is what we always say
He said she said, he thought, she thought,
Hearsay!
Two ears to hear and one mouth to speak
Secrets will leak
Gossip will speak.
Truth becomes distorted as each lie is supported
Building blocks of communication
Become formidable walls of silence
......
“Who’s this they’re taking away?”
asked the young boy to his mum.
“It’s an unholy sinner
from a filthy little slum”.
“What sin did he commit?
For what does he yowl?”
“It’s a sin most inhuman,
dark and foul.”
“I don’t understand quite well.
Was it lust, was it greed?
......
Pain filled my soul as sorrow took over
I was in mourning
My wailing was heard in the East
The people in the North came to console me
The West came for condolences visit
and the south, I couldn't remember their task
I had lost a child, the son of my youth
My son was a man of valor
with the strength of the Lion
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Ask me what gushes
Red, bright, with my blood:
Wrath at the cruel beast!
Rage at the man so vicious!
Who eats a precious heart,
A soft, a loving heart.
To him a juicy piece of meat,
He sqeezes, tweaks and tears apart.
......
A verse of poetry dazzled me
With its magnificence
Since it was penned,
My inner core
Has been reclining
It has become my motto
And emboldened me to append
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