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Bʏɢօռɛ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ Hɨɖɖɛռ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ tɦɨċҡɛt; Eʏɛ's քɨɛʀċɨռɢ ʟɨҡɛ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt քaռtɦɛʀ's Tɦɛɨʀ ʄɛatɦɛʀ's, ċօʟօʀʄʊʟ, ʀɨɢɨɖ. Tɦɛʏ sɛɛɨtɦ tɦɛ ɨռʋaɖɛʀ's Cօʍɨռɢ ʊքօռ tɦɛɨʀ sɦօʀɛ's, Tɦɛɨʀ ʄʀɨɢɦtɛռɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍɛtaʟ Aռɖ ɦɛʟʍɛt's օʄ ɦɛʟʟ's stօʀʍ. Tɦɛ ɖʀʊʍ ċɨʀċʟɛ stօք's Tɦɛ ʍɛռ aռɖ աօʍɛռ stօք ɖaռċɨռɢ, Tɦɛ ʄɨʀɛ ɮʊʀռɛtɦ ʟօա, As tɨs ռօռɛ tɨʍɛ ʄօʀ ʀօʍaռċɨռɢ. Tɦɛ Eʊʀօքɛaռ ɖɛatɦ ɮʀɨռɢɛʀ's Tʀaʍքʟɛ saċʀɛɖ ɢʀօʊռɖ, Tɦɛ ɢɦօsts օʄ օʟɖ Iռɖɨaռ sօʊʟ's, ʍaʀċɦ աɨtɦ tɦɛ ʟɨʋɨռɢ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ Tօ sɦaʍaռ sօʊռɖ's. Dɛsɛċʀatɨօռ ɦatɦ ɮɛɢʊռ Tɦɛ ɮʟօօɖ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ sքɨʟt. Iռռօċɛռt ռatɨʋɛs, օʄ tɦɛɨʀ օառ ɦօʍɛʟaռɖ, Raքɛɖ, քʟʊռɖɛʀɛɖ ɨռ ʄɨʟtɦ. Tɦօʊ ċaռst stɨʟʟ ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ Cʀʏ's օʄ tɦɛ ɮaɮɨɛs aռɖ աօʍɛռ, As I ċaռst ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ աɦօ's ɮʊʀɨɛɖ ɨռ ɦɨs tօʍɮ, Pʟaʏɨռɢ ɦɨs ʄʟʊtɛ aʟօʄt ɦɛaʋɛռʟʏ ċɛɨʟɨռɢ's. As tɨs tɦɛ aʄtɛʀ-ɛʄʄɛċts ċaռst ɮɛɛռ sɛɛռ ʄʀօʍ aʄօʀɛtɨʍɛs, Tɦɛ աatɛʀ's ʏɛʟʟօա, ɮʀɛatɦɨռɢ ɨs sɦaʟʟօա, ʄɨʀɛs aʀt ɮʊʀռɨռɢ tɦɛ ʍօʊռtaɨռ's aռɖ Mɛaɖօաs, ʄʀօʍ tɦօsɛ ʀɨċɦ ʍɛռ աɨtɦ tɨռ-ʍɛtaʟ ɦat's; as tɨs tɦɛʏ sօʊɢɦt a ռɛա օʀɖɛʀ, as tɦɛ ʍɛɖɨċɨռɛ ʍɛռ ʄօʀɛsaա tɦɛsɛ atʀօċɨtɨɛs aռɖ sʟaʊɢɦtɛʀ's. Tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ քʀօքɦɛsɨɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍʊʀɖɛʀ օʄ tɦɛɨʀ աaʀʀɨօʀ's aռɖ ɖaʊɢɦtɛʀ's, as tɦɛʏ saաɛst a ռɛա աօʀʟɖ օʀɖɛʀ , ċօʍɨռɢ ɛʋɛռ at tɦat tɨʍɛ. ©Brandon Nagley @Lonesome poets poetry ©Prophetic poetry
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Hɨɖɖɛռ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ tɦɨċҡɛt, ʟɨɛs tɦɛ ɛʏɛ's օʄ tɦɛ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ
Bʏɢօռɛ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ Hɨɖɖɛռ ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ tɦɨċҡɛt; Eʏɛ's քɨɛʀċɨռɢ ʟɨҡɛ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt քaռtɦɛʀ's Tɦɛɨʀ ʄɛatɦɛʀ's, ċօʟօʀʄʊʟ, ʀɨɢɨɖ. Tɦɛʏ sɛɛɨtɦ tɦɛ ɨռʋaɖɛʀ's Cօʍɨռɢ ʊքօռ tɦɛɨʀ sɦօʀɛ's, Tɦɛɨʀ ʄʀɨɢɦtɛռɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍɛtaʟ Aռɖ ɦɛʟʍɛt's օʄ ɦɛʟʟ's stօʀʍ. Tɦɛ ɖʀʊʍ ċɨʀċʟɛ stօք's Tɦɛ ʍɛռ aռɖ աօʍɛռ stօք ɖaռċɨռɢ, Tɦɛ ʄɨʀɛ ɮʊʀռɛtɦ ʟօա, As tɨs ռօռɛ tɨʍɛ ʄօʀ ʀօʍaռċɨռɢ. Tɦɛ Eʊʀօքɛaռ ɖɛatɦ ɮʀɨռɢɛʀ's Tʀaʍքʟɛ saċʀɛɖ ɢʀօʊռɖ, Tɦɛ ɢɦօsts օʄ օʟɖ Iռɖɨaռ sօʊʟ's, ʍaʀċɦ աɨtɦ tɦɛ ʟɨʋɨռɢ tʀɨɮɛsʍɛռ Tօ sɦaʍaռ sօʊռɖ's. Dɛsɛċʀatɨօռ ɦatɦ ɮɛɢʊռ Tɦɛ ɮʟօօɖ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ sքɨʟt. Iռռօċɛռt ռatɨʋɛs, օʄ tɦɛɨʀ օառ ɦօʍɛʟaռɖ, Raքɛɖ, քʟʊռɖɛʀɛɖ ɨռ ʄɨʟtɦ. Tɦօʊ ċaռst stɨʟʟ ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ Cʀʏ's օʄ tɦɛ ɮaɮɨɛs aռɖ աօʍɛռ, As I ċaռst ɦɛaʀɛtɦ tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ աɦօ's ɮʊʀɨɛɖ ɨռ ɦɨs tօʍɮ, Pʟaʏɨռɢ ɦɨs ʄʟʊtɛ aʟօʄt ɦɛaʋɛռʟʏ ċɛɨʟɨռɢ's. As tɨs tɦɛ aʄtɛʀ-ɛʄʄɛċts ċaռst ɮɛɛռ sɛɛռ ʄʀօʍ aʄօʀɛtɨʍɛs, Tɦɛ աatɛʀ's ʏɛʟʟօա, ɮʀɛatɦɨռɢ ɨs sɦaʟʟօա, ʄɨʀɛs aʀt ɮʊʀռɨռɢ tɦɛ ʍօʊռtaɨռ's aռɖ Mɛaɖօաs, ʄʀօʍ tɦօsɛ ʀɨċɦ ʍɛռ աɨtɦ tɨռ-ʍɛtaʟ ɦat's; as tɨs tɦɛʏ sօʊɢɦt a ռɛա օʀɖɛʀ, as tɦɛ ʍɛɖɨċɨռɛ ʍɛռ ʄօʀɛsaա tɦɛsɛ atʀօċɨtɨɛs aռɖ sʟaʊɢɦtɛʀ's. Tɦɛ sɦaʍaռ քʀօքɦɛsɨɛɖ օʄ tɦɛ ʍʊʀɖɛʀ օʄ tɦɛɨʀ աaʀʀɨօʀ's aռɖ ɖaʊɢɦtɛʀ's, as tɦɛʏ saաɛst a ռɛա աօʀʟɖ օʀɖɛʀ , ċօʍɨռɢ ɛʋɛռ at tɦat tɨʍɛ. ©Brandon Nagley @Lonesome poets poetry ©Prophetic poetry
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What are we teaching? Who are we reaching? What have we taught today? Buy him a toy gun Looks like a real one Who have they fought at play? Cowboys and Indians Act like the real ones At least like we saw on TV. Cowboys the good guys, Indians the bad guys. Perfect authenticity. White folks meant no harm Just came there to farm Four thousand years of land. They had no papers Really invaders Things just got out of hand. A clash of two cultures Then food for the vultures Everyone thought they were right. But in the long run Law made decisions All in favor of the whites. Words were encouraged Dignity disparaged White people called them savage Due no respecting And fit for just killing Then plenty of land they could ravage. Textbooks got altered, The ministry faltered; Heathens deserve what they get. Jesus cherished the meek But whites turned no cheek. They haven’t quite fixed things yet. What are we teaching? Who are we reaching? What have we taught today? Children play death games, Who can we all blame? Are there no other games to play?
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