for now I feel the full weight of your words
back bent muscles ready to snap
and as I stagger along a flint strewn road
my feet cut bruised blue black
the shouts of tormentors reach my heart
once again the world crucifies a man
just a man, a mans truth embodied
you too stand in the crowd, and witness
The persecutor feels
because the persecuted
I am the outlier
Tired child of
The trial of tears
The back lashed
For being black
Brother of the
The broken hearted
Basic human rights
I am the immigrant
To get here
To be demonized
I am flesh of your flesh
Blood of your blood
Lonely and struggling
Begging for mercy
And a little human decency
The downtrodden praying for a revolution.
Back of the bus
We will prevail for now to Hitler we must hail.
Just a few, what is life being a Jew?
Shards of glass they’ve submitted their thesis.
Poetic tears, Lamentations
Same pain through the years; plantations.
Humanity, stacked in ashes
A mirror image of fire, life's drastic.
Suffering, through the ages
So much devastation on History’s pages.
a maniac keeps knocking my window in the depth of night
has done so on and off for four years
I cannot decide on security cameras or a good old fashion man-trap
either way I find it hard to be Christian about it and admit I am far from turning the other cheek.
There is a great blessing here somewhere, and to be persecuted, even though it may seem trivial in the great scheme of persecutions, a faith tested never beyond what you can handle, and taken as a healthy sign of the authentication of faith, is the one only true consolation.
why do I never get a answer
when I'm knocking at the door
i have a 1000 million questions
about hate, killings and war
where can I find all the answers
to make my thoughts complete
in a world of persecution
does anyone hold the key
I am just looking for a miracle in my life
can you see what this does to me
turning gray in the morning
with tears in my eyes
of a world that I will never know
in a world where I will grow old
They were the last tribe on this Island paradise
for outsiders had claimed their lands
they had forced the indigenous peoples
to take on their Gods that they did not understand
They had decimated their crops
destroyed most of their wildlife
and now the greedy strangers
now turned their eyes on the last tribe
They hunted them day and night
for by their religion it was right
man woman and childs life's took
in the persecution of the light foot
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris