watch your step…

this path
isn’t paved
with
cobblestones
but
the skulls
of those
who walked
before you
laying down
their lives
so you
might have a chance
to travel
towards
freedom
even with
so many sacrifices
the path
narrows
and
is obscured
by
hate
and
ignorance

 

as you wish…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

the shattered bones
of our forefathers
can be found
beneath
the foundations
and
railways
of this country
their dreams
ground into the mortar
used to bond
the bricks of greed
forming the halls
of blind justice
where
descendants
are ushered through
to steal
what is left
of their pride
as
a small token
of
society’s appreciation
for
their forefathers’ sacrifice
those
demanding equality
will be given
their
day in court
but
it will not matter
all
shall be buried
in the shallow grave
of deceit

chains…

 

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hands
pressed against
a cold window frame
staring into the darkness
recalling those
below ancient decks
with manacled hands
and feet
the smell
of rotting flesh
the sound
of rusted chains
reverberating
a legacy of pain
and sorrow
wondering now
about the future
of those bound
to tenements
asking if their chains
are not the same
rusted chains
of despair
that still grasp
and
cut deep
into the skin
of humanity
drawing new blood
that mingles
with the dried blood
of their forefathers
a thought interrupted
by the rattle
of windows
as a train passes
on the edge
of the have
and have
nots