Ps: One of those instances in my writing when I start with a pattern of writing and diverge midway in the process into something I don’t even know.
Stand Your Ground

The fight to stand on our grounds
Gun violences and homicides.
Zimmerman. The old dirty cat.
Martin,our new lab rats
Racing and yapping for our pride
When he is gone home.

They say it stand your ground
Degradation and Unemployment
Media deafness and abandonment.
Sharpton the toothless patriot
Green candy in a bag of skittles
All while we lose our common ground.

What did Gill said in Evolution.
Things were charging
But things are not together.
All we need to do is to pick up the fight
And stand above the ground.



“WHEN WELLS RUN DRY” By Francis Ben Kaifala

The Network for Change


No door’s so wide that can’t be locked

No light’s so bright that can’t be blocked

No lightening flash without thunder bolt

No burst of smoke without fire so close

Where will we be when our wells run dry?


Nature’s kind is bound to cease

Flow of Wealth is sure to freeze

So when we pluck our garden seeds

Tis wise to think that harvests ease

Like Joseph did in Egypt’s days of need


That’s what should be in lands of care

The leaders think on what is fair

So guide their steps in strides of fear

On rainy days do keep in careful ware

What all would reap when seasons dare.


I look with awe as our futures wear

Our leaders gladly sign what they ought to tear

Like smoke in wind our wealth disappear

Educated fools indeed they are

Who read…

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To Whom It May Concern

The noblemen of our yesterday
Olive branches where I fall
Shelter to my stormy days
A word for everyman he sees

When things are tough
And the road is rough
Lights and darkness are clashing
His grace concealed me.

Thou  hearts are now  enraged
Word a  stranger
Conscience on death row
Love dwelt in his deeper adorn.

Now that the leaves are falling
Midnight bells are ringing
Silent whispers of his ages past
Help me to see his grace

And The Subject Was Shut Down.

The watery down of our civilization
Money,the evil that planted the evils
Blooming nightmares of the right.
Paled with etched crooked ears
Brought down to shut down
Fapping on the Deep red-blue divided
As Cruz cruising their way to miseries.
And when everything is down and done
Delivered us through the prayers of Black.

Six Women of Salem by Marilynne K. Roach

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Six Women of Salem: The Untold Story of the Accused and Their Accusers in the Salem Witch TrialsSix Women of Salem: The Untold Story of the Accused and Their Accusers in the Salem Witch Trials by Marilynne K. Roach

Six Women of Salem is the first work to use the lives of a select number of representative women as a microcosm to illuminate the larger crisis of the Salem witch trials. By the end of the trials, beyond the twenty who were executed and the five who perished in prison, 207 individuals had been accused, 74 had been �afflicted,” 32 had officially accused their fellow neighbors, and 255 ordinary people had been inexorably drawn into that ruinous and murderous vortex, and this doesn’t include the religious, judicial, and governmental leaders. All this adds up to what the Rev. Cotton Mather called �a desolation of names.”

The individuals involved are too often reduced to stock characters and stereotypes when accuracy is sacrificed to indignation. And although the…

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