Generation of War- Kobina Arthur

My poem i did for the Falling Whistle benefit concert. Like i usually tell people "every rebel starts as a hypocrite. hypocrites arent ignorant. you have to know to be a hypocrite. and knowing is half the battle" educate yourselves...please. lend a hand anyway u can.

o generation of war
on behalf of the genertaion of ignorance i ask u to
teach us...
show us your world
let us know that
the real angels hide behind the clouds soft whit curls
and the only denizens of heaven that stick around are angels of death
and this castle is their home
every sun filled meadow is a graveyard of bones
every heavenly snow fall is dust
remnants of gunpowder in the morning sun
where are the children
there are none
every boy is a man and every girl is a woman
and every toy is a gun
what of the king?
he is War
harbinger of pain
son of Cain
justice enslaved
he slineced the mountain lion's roar
he made
Congo's blood boil
she is no more an ebony queen
love does not live in the castle halls
in her place crawl a crippled pride
and the kingdom has diminished
not yet fallen.
whistle. mixed with screaming pistols
put a child smile to shield the bullet's hail
take a moms soul to rape.
cover her naked body with deaths veil
beat me with a shotgun butt
beat me till you cant beat her anymore
beat me until you're sure i cant breathe anymore
then throw salt in the wounds
then i wouldve previewed what they do
generation of ignorance
we do nothing
and with our nothing we feed the hunger of the scourge
and whats more.
i cant stomach the fact that we're getting fat
on our high horse.thrones made of poverty's bones
and we shed
shed ourselves of the guilt we feel
even i ignore the ink from my quill
when see these images of children through my window sill
nd STILL ignore the beating on my door
i dare you and i to
put our selves in their shoes.or in some cases their soles.
and know what it feels for your soul become stone
become a part of their pain. and come back and tell how u
woke to the sound of screaming as you watched your mother being dragged
as you watched your father bein murdered you wathced you sister being forced to give oral and being gagged
you watched their souls being murdered before their bodies we mutilated
before you became a victim
tell how it is to feel the kick and stir of the enemy seed within your belly
tell how u contracted AIDS and you see the soldier's image in your baby's face
could i relate my story???
could i...
come back and tell how i dared to rebel
dared to tell the sky that i would not be a part of its rain
dared to tell them i would not b a part of its reign
how i stood apart and became the target as they aimed
thunder
metal hot as SUMMER. cold WINTER hearts.
gun SPRINGS still jumping
another whistle FALLS
o generation of war
teach us
O generation of war
teach us that peace is not earned in an auditorium hall
where we stare at some know it all poet streaming his half baked stories of ignorance as we halfway listen to him.
o generation of war
teach us how to properly throw up hand guns and i will teach u how to throw one up for fun
O generation of war
show us how to take pictures staring dreamingly out windows shattered dreams and i will show how to do it for modeling
O generation of war
show the neighborhood gangs the true meaning of violence and we will teach to how to support it with our silence
O generation of war
show us how to properly use our tears
O genration of war
then go to the churches and teach the pastor's how to preach, how to pray, how to hold hands tightly in the midst of fear
O generation of war
go to the track meets and show us how to run at the sounding of a gun
O generation of war
teach the pimps how to itemize the bodies of mothers
O generation of war
go into the art rooms and paint pictures of rainbows in shades of red
O generation of war
paint your stars, your moon, and clouds with the inspiration of migraines and rape pains feeding your pen
O generation of war...
teach us the generation of ignorance
becuase we were taught different
wars are never forgotten
battle of old are retold
well there is one going on
and that no one seems to know

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[desde11]

@lumorrissey2 thanks ms. morrisey!

[lumorrissey2]

Please don't stop---continue to live as if the world depends on your voice to save it--- for indeed it truly does! Lu morrissey

[desde11]

@bighec16 thanks..assuming that that's a compliment lol

[bighec16]

Its deep