{"id":14565,"date":"2022-11-17T10:00:41","date_gmt":"2022-11-17T08:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14565"},"modified":"2022-12-17T10:03:04","modified_gmt":"2022-12-17T08:03:04","slug":"poems-by-dennis-williams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14565","title":{"rendered":"poems by Dennis Williams"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pull me up <\/strong><\/p>\n

Burden overburden<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sinking very fast<\/p>\n

this is more than my fair share<\/p>\n

of the cross, I must bear.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m sinking into this quicksand<\/p>\n

my feet are losing grip<\/p>\n

I need some good help<\/p>\n

and I need it very quickly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m crying in this bellow<\/p>\n

no one seems to care<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going down being swallowed<\/p>\n

this is more than my fair share<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m stretching like a rubber<\/p>\n

is there an end to it<\/p>\n

can\u2019t go any further<\/p>\n

it stretches until it buck.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I think I need a strong hand<\/p>\n

to pull me to the shore<\/p>\n

to save me from being swallowed<\/p>\n

and give me my fair share. End.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I drift away<\/strong><\/p>\n

I drift,<\/p>\n

For only a moment,<\/p>\n

To a faraway isle,<\/p>\n

Funny how much can be done,<\/p>\n

In just a moment or two.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s like it\u2019s been forever<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been on the aisle.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I visit friends and long last relatives,<\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t seen them\u00a0 since\u00a0 the slavery days,<\/p>\n

When we climb tall trees,<\/p>\n

Escaping from hungry dogs which hunt our hearts as trophies,<\/p>\n

And drink our blood, to quench their thirst.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We smile, feeling relief and relaxed,<\/p>\n

Knowing that in my drift we were secure and out of reach.<\/p>\n

We take turns, fighting and defeating slave hunters I encounter along the trail.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I Jump off cliffs,<\/p>\n

Escaping from those who hunt me,<\/p>\n

Evaporating in the midst of the battle to their disgust.<\/p>\n

Hungry to enslave me,<\/p>\n

And subject me to servitude,<\/p>\n

Which I so detest.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I visited towns that were prohibited,<\/p>\n

And sail on rivers I couldn\u2019t afford,<\/p>\n

I cross border fortify with tankers and battleships.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I went to Timbuktu,<\/p>\n

The cradle of knowledge,<\/p>\n

And speak with a chief,<\/p>\n

From the Ibibio clan,<\/p>\n

My ancestors gave me a tour.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes, all these I did,<\/p>\n

All these feats I accomplish,<\/p>\n

In just adrift,<\/p>\n

A moment ago. End.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I choose it <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But I choose the wrong one<\/p>\n

it\u2019s helpless<\/p>\n

I smash up the plan.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cant repair it<\/p>\n

material scare<\/p>\n

can\u2019t defend it<\/p>\n

can\u2019t keep pace.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Thought I had it<\/p>\n

Thought it was fit<\/p>\n

made a move<\/p>\n

and I slip<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What the hell to do<\/p>\n

Satisfaction or tears<\/p>\n

to say I\u2019m satisfied<\/p>\n

I would be telling a lie. End.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Life long journey<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Life long journey,<\/p>\n

seeking food for the gut<\/p>\n

the more\u00a0 you eat<\/p>\n

it is as if not.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Seeking out a decent living is just part of the journey,<\/p>\n

of the story, there are other trimmings to make it whole.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The gut, that receptacle that seems never to end, what you eat today, becomes the foundation of tomorrow.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A rendezvous with the end, eat today for tomorrow\u2019s strength for the task ahead.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Navigating life\u2019s rough and tumble journey it seems is just for this unquenchable threat, eat well today, for many is just a last eat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nation vs Nation<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nation against nation<\/p>\n

fighting like a tribe<\/p>\n

a call to the united nation<\/p>\n

this is no free ride<\/p>\n

the blood-shedding<\/p>\n

flowing like a stream<\/p>\n

at night\u00a0 as I sleep<\/p>\n

this is my dream.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Soldiers were babies<\/p>\n

and children with a heart<\/p>\n

but are now on the frontline<\/p>\n

playing their part.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The soldier became a machine<\/p>\n

killing without a thought<\/p>\n

People and their leaders<\/p>\n

Where is your part? End<\/p>\n

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