Salty tears fill vacant eyes that have seen too many atrocities that no child should ever witness Crying, following grown ups wherever they go Sobbing in time with their shuffling feet Weighed down by their winter clothes and bundled belongings Going anywhere but here
Bjorn is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets. Tonight he has prompted us with the word “Eyes” I saw a heartbreaking segment in the news last night and it featured a little Ukrainian boy who couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4, sobbing his eyes out as he wandered along with the refugees. It touched me deeply.
This is a great day in America! The votes have been counted and the people have spoken. Our beautiful diverse country has come together again in a united voice of love and respect for one another, because we are better that way. We say “Yes to love and no to hate”. Goodbye Trump. You will not be missed.
America, I’m honored that you have chosen me to lead our great country.
The work ahead of us will be hard, but I promise you this: I will be a President for all Americans — whether you voted for me or not.
Like you I have struggled to find the words to respond to the horror of the murder of George Floyd before my very eyes. A man who allegedly tried to pass a counterfeit $20 bill was immediately regarded as a thief and killed without a trial or a chance to plead his case. Was he a threat to society? Did the police treat him this way for our own good? Absolutely not.
The irony of this story is he was killed by the knee of a policeman. If you remember it was just a few short years ago that quarterback Colin Kaepernick knelt during the national anthem in silent protest to the unjustified police killings of African Americans. His action was quickly adopted by many players in the NFL and every Sunday we saw them all taking a knee prior to the game. Kaepernick was promptly fired by the San Francisco 49ers and was ostracized by other teams who regarded him as an unpatriotic troublemaker and he never played in the NFL again. His career was ruined for protesting and highlighting that Black Lives Matter. Instead of acknowledging what he was protesting, his critics were deeply offended by his disregard for the flag and thought that was more egregious. “Taking a Knee” as it was referred to quickly picked up steam and it was adopted by many sports personalities. They became targets of Trump and were treated despicably.
Now a policemen has used his own knee to publicly take the life of an African American. Where is the justice?
This gift for you is much needed I know You have been needing one since long ago Wobbling like Jelly and leaning so far to the right I am hoping with my gift you would find the fight It should straighten your back and stick out your chest and give you the nerve so you can do your best It will remind you of what matters most Our republic not for sale Clean out The House Get rid of the dirt Or the country will fail
Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and shared with us a Swedish Tradition of writing a rhyme to accompany a gift at Christmas. The person receiving the gift would try and guess what is in the wrapping from the words of the rhyme. Although common among family and friends, it is also popular to write a poem to a famous person who you might feel is a need of a certain gift. These rhymes are usually humorous and sometimes sarcastic!
