DON’T TAKE DOWN MY RAGE!
…

…
Don’t fold my rage away
or pull it down
It’s tumult speaks
from out of the ground
The farmer knows
who turns the earth
Those seeds were sown
long before its birth
and since the tillers shanks
cut deep in lethal rakes
The farmer knows for sure
when we’re making new mistakes
…
The mad dogs bay
its time to be afraid
Democracies shield explodes
when society implodes
All we count most dear
becomes the stuff of fear
Bring back the Beatles
cancel Armageddon
Don’t burn the barn down
with treasure’s inside hidden
Replace the rotting wood
With fresh timber that is good
…
Mississipi John Hurt, Robert Smalls
Arthur Ashe, Sachmo, Josiah Walls
They’re all down with Kaepernick
in history’s famous huddle
All those lives, deep footprints
In the Frederick Douglass ‘struggle’
James McCune Smith, the Louisville Lip,
Poitier, Sammy Davis, Ralph Ellison
All sculptures for a better world
where respect is earned not taken
Where children they may gather
and watch the world grow better
Without the stain of mob-rule,
vandalism, violence or terror
…
In nineteen seventy two
at the behest of my nurse friend Millie
we were invited to her Jamaican wedding
In a church hall deep in Balham
as guests we laughed and danced
and watched events unfold
We learned a different culture
we ate curry, rice n’beans
and shared in people’s dreams
There were gifts and greetings,
prayers and blessings given
and at 10.30 we left for home
We had spoken of a new day
that was coming for people of all colour
that was nineteen seventy two!
..
Stand in the box car
Stand in the tram
Stand on your soap box
Stand eatin’ chitlin’s
and hot, buttered yams
black-eyed peas,
pork chops and dumplings
Stand on your big red bus
Stand on your ladder
to get a better view
Stand with your eyes shut
Stand naked and true
Yes, stand in that history
of change from within
Everything else soon becomes
an unnecessary sin
Don’t muddy the crimson waters
of those who have been brave
On a day trip to Mutiny
with Sandra, Ben and Dave
…
writtenbyedenbraytoday
Ref. 15052020

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I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
DON’T TAKE DOWN MY RAGE
DON’T TAKE DOWN MY RAGE!
…
…
Don’t fold my rage away
or pull it down
It’s tumult speaks
from out of the ground
The farmer knows
who turns the earth
Those seeds were sown
long before its birth
and since the tillers shanks
cut deep in lethal rakes
The farmer knows for sure
when we’re making new mistakes
…
The mad dogs bay
its time to be afraid
Democracies shield explodes
when society implodes
All we count most dear
becomes the stuff of fear
Bring back the Beatles
cancel Armageddon
Don’t burn the barn down
with treasure’s inside hidden
Replace the rotting wood
With fresh timber that is good
…
Mississipi John Hurt, Robert Smalls
Arthur Ashe, Sachmo, Josiah Walls
They’re all down with Kaepernick
in history’s famous huddle
All those lives, deep footprints
In the Frederick Douglass ‘struggle’
James McCune Smith, the Louisville Lip,
Poitier, Sammy Davis, Ralph Ellison
All sculptures for a better world
where respect is earned not taken
Where children they may gather
and watch the world grow better
Without the stain of mob-rule,
vandalism, violence or terror
…
In nineteen seventy two
at the behest of my nurse friend Millie
we were invited to her Jamaican wedding
In a church hall deep in Balham
as guests we laughed and danced
and watched events unfold
We learned a different culture
we ate curry, rice n’beans
and shared in people’s dreams
There were gifts and greetings,
prayers and blessings given
and at 10.30 we left for home
We had spoken of a new day
that was coming for people of all colour
that was nineteen seventy two!
..
Stand in the box car
Stand in the tram
Stand on your soap box
Stand eatin’ chitlin’s
and hot, buttered yams
black-eyed peas,
pork chops and dumplings
Stand on your big red bus
Stand on your ladder
to get a better view
Stand with your eyes shut
Stand naked and true
Yes, stand in that history
of change from within
Everything else soon becomes
an unnecessary sin
Don’t muddy the crimson waters
of those who have been brave
On a day trip to Mutiny
with Sandra, Ben and Dave
…
writtenbyedenbraytoday
Ref. 15052020
…
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I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray