Wednesday, November 30, 2011

A MONSTER WE OUGHT TO LOATHE

Poet's Note

Racial Chants in the past month got me thinking...

But before I share my thoughts see this video. Hearer's discretion is advised though.


What message are they passing across to the cute innocent boy? This incident as well as several other recent ones especially in Europe got me thinking...

Being racist is so obviously damn stupid and narrow minded that it beggars belief that mortals would conceivably hold the thought that they are superior to other mortals! Well they should tell that to the 'grave'! Death makes mockery of the racist dogma. So also does life and it's numerous vicissitudes!

Racism destroys people and nations. It is like painting a wall with bare hands and using feces as the paint! It demeans the giver reducing him/her to sub animal as well as creates a fecal mess of ill will in the mind of the receiver! It is the putrid stream from which many injustices flow. It is a monster we ought to loathe! 

I have captured my thoughts about this in a poem. Enjoy! 


Monster Mouth


A monster we ought to loathe,
whose hideous face of hate
is carved from an evil template,
with men’s heart his bode
and many a race his breed!

Ignorance masked as insight!
Black, Coloured or White!
Supremacist lost in self-deceit.
Oh! Monstrous a crime his deed
a one-colour world his creed.

His one-dimensional mutated brain
flashes discrimination as rain
as racist eyes scarce conceal disdain!
Men his skin are Angels
and others not are Devils!

His voice with bile is cursed.
His venom well-travelled dispersed.
The dignity of man reversed.
Spreading a malady of spite
his virus makes mockery of right!

He tells of tales of brutes;
Of slaves, pygmies and castes;
Of injustice, condescension endemic in places;
Of pogroms and cancerous genocides from hell;
Of gender and sex biases, rights denied as well!

His tales are tales of love’s death
in spite of the commonality of birth.
How foolish to treat your kind with filth,
for the grave far more sensible embrace
White, Colored, Black equal in repose!

IT'S DECEMBER!

Hey Peeps!

Been ages. It's the 1st of December, 2011! Whoa how time flies! It's a great time to be alive. A lot has happened since January 30th 2011, the last time I put a post here.

So so sorry. I have had my hands in many pie as I sought to advance my professional goals. Poetry is my teenage crush as well as one of my great love. (professionally or 'hobbistically' {Hey I know that is not a word, but I do have poetic license here} speaking of course). 

Law also is another great love and these days my first love. But poetry would forever catch my fancy.

So here I am again. Reincarnated as the Griot, to tell our epoch's story in the immortal ink of many lines!

The blog is back and better. Lot's of innovation and changes. We are gonna roll into the new year on a high. We are making the blog more visible. We gat a lot of exciting stuffs coming! Please stay tuned.

Send in your poetry Peeps! Any 'decent' poem no matter what you are on about as long as it is not calculated to spread hate and cause harm is welcome! Send as many as you want to and as frequently as you want to. I will publish it all here as I receive them.

We are gonna have a blog poem awards at the end of 2012. Details would hit you in the course of the year. It's gonna be way massive.

Feel free to air your thoughts on what you think the persona in each poem you see here is talking about. Feel free to criticize poetic styles constructively.

The Griot has a blog motto now. Our blog motto is 'Effecting Change Through Poetry!'. We will celebrate life here through the poetic medium. We would raise the debate on key issue through poetry. We would effect change through poetry.

Get writing guys!

The Griot has many poems waiting to be unleashed on all of you. Hustle your creative sides and join the bandwagon! Everyone is a poet! Existence presupposes poetry. If you live and experience then you sure can do it! We will endeavor to x-ray some rules once in a while to aid beginners.

The gong is sounding loud and clear hearken to its call.

It's a new dawn!
Don't be held down!
Laugh like a clown!
For success is your pawn!