EVERYONE WANTS PIE
A necessary evil is it to care about, who’s on top. Let’s not talk honesty, divine rights, the separation or the marriage. Forget about humanity, terrorism, mistrust, faith, hope and the beliefs that their actions are right. Skip the necessary fight, for the common good; the price of gasoline and sin. Lost are the words on men with no ears and a body of wants, because everyone is looking for balance, everyone wants pie, and no one wants to admit it; but here we are, the good, the bad, the part-timers and the fooled all pretending to have it figured out – that’s what my grandfather took in and it made him smile, the foolish too blind to prepare for the road that is long.
Singers sang about their dissatisfaction and poets got “naked” over their pains and the little pretties that threaten to steal our hearts along the way while a new generation emerged fill with love, peace and happiness amid the outbreaks of war adding weight to the adage a “king” would coin, “injustice anywhere, directly affects justices everywhere,” and time never stands still neither does rain clouds.
The dream led by the church would be “spirited” to action and into a “movement” as civil rights become the top issue of the day for many extremists, nationalists and moralists depending on the side of the fence or track you were on and a closed-eye would be the response and a bumpy ride towards ownership or the privilege would create a novel idea: friendship and forgiveness without post to the concerns of the hopeful while yet the rich gets richer and the poor sinks further, deeper into the inferno makes one want to cry, “we are but building blocks of our experiences and talents, touched by the passage of time and sand to remember.”
The hope, that is the challenge is in the pain, as is the cure which no child, man, women, boy, or girl should ever shoulder alone or in silence denying the importance of cultivating cultural exchange we instead put up walls to safeguard our hidden dreams without the conscious light of reason that bridles progress allowing us to know the poor would leave if they could or die trying, which to me demonstrates the true nature of the gift inevitably to be led by the example which is the testimony is a sign of intelligence, emotional and otherwise, is satisfying.
Denmark Vesey’s conviction demands that I remember his position, Die like a man, and the human spirit’s need to rise-up is natural and necessary and even if they tied me up and stripped me down, they can never take away my DIGNITY. Nor could I forget those nailed to the cross.
Times are hard for those who remember and those who forget but the young will inevitably see as my dear friend Ms. Petra Novakova once told me, “Sometimes its black, sometimes its white, sometimes its red, but its always round and it’s always a ball,” to me that is simply poetic.
Copyright 2006.Fitzgerald Brown.nl
