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Wk kortas Dec 2017
That little girl was up here a few weeks ago,
She says with as much enthusiasm
As the hourly ad hoc ambassador
For her small, unremarkable corner can muster,
And she laughs, I mean she played that little girl--
Zuzu, that's the name-- in the movie.
Poor thing moves pretty slow now,
Had to tromp around with a cane and all.

I smile, not much less weary myself,
(Not quite halfway from Toledo to Boston,
Miles to go before I sleep and all that)
Having pulled off the Thruway in the hope
The village supported something
Which might be open on Christmas Eve.
She chatters on, noting she pulled this shift
As a favor to a younger counterpart,
Since her children were old enough to stay on their own,
(Not to mention old enough to refrain from bouncing out of bed
Before sunrise on Christmas morning),
Mentioning that Capra visited here once and only once,
But was somehow moved enough to center his tale here
(To be fair, the place is quaint enough,
But no more so than any number of burghs just like it)
And so the village fathers have tried to make hay
While the snow flies, as it were,
The town's main street done uo in the spitting image of the movie, Although it seems different, even mildly unsettling,
When the tableau is not in two dimensionial black-and-white
The waitress and I, all but marooned alone
In this small-town Upstate bar and grill,
Exchange pleasantries (More coffee, Hon?
Visitin' family out in Boston?
)
And I pay at the register (cash only here,
And I make it a point to tip very merrily, indeed)
Then stroll the couple of blocks to the municipal lot,
The bridge that may have launched
A thousand angels clearly visible in the distance,
Passing by a large, gray-brick building
Which have been George Bailey's mixed blessing
Now bearing the logo of a large multi-national financial leviathan
Based in Hong Kong.
Besides being the home of the women's suffrage movement in the U.S., Seneca Falls lays claim to being the inspiration for Frank Capra's Bedford Falls.
Ammerikkka we're appealing
To your truest heart
The Conscious,
A revolution is infolding

Your land is
Is cold full of hatred
War on the minority
Masses walking for
Real freedom
We aren't savages
We rewriting the
True story.

All is One
As the Sun rises
In our lives
The Soul of a
People desperate
For all to Hear
Our cries
Watching and
Waiting on God
"GoTell it on the
Mountain" like
Baldwin said
We've articulated our position
As the Victim
Time for
Love's Vaccination
Into your greed filled veins
Our skin is not a sin.

We done Historiography
Lie and tell us to our
Faces we're less than
God's own Kings and Queens
Royalty runs throughout
Our D.N.A.
The imprint of
The Source Almighty
Masculine and Feminine
9 to the Ether
With No substitution.

Our Story is unfolding
All Life is Matter
Carbon copyright of Righteousness
Factors of dark and light
Star dust to Universal matter
Cutting thru your dogmatic
Chatter of divisions and classes
With clear lenses gazing into
The future Human
Evolution.

Gaia is our home
mother to All
Hatred in Amerikkka no longer
It's called Love's Patience
Sending racism to the depth of
Hell
While we Raise Heaven
As above so below
Thy Will Be Done
Above and beyond false
Religious and Political
Agendas.

Question why you're separated
Contaminated systems
The water is filthy like
Amerikkkas violence and lies
Who's God is Lady Liberty
Really trusting
Rothschild or Builder burghs?

Feeding us brain washed
Religion with pimps
As the preachers
I gotta pay for my
Salvation Again
And Again with my
Soul and skin?
That's double jeopardy
That's twice you've
Tried
"We the People".

Ammerikkka you
Enslaved us but we
Forgave you Gracefully
Building all your
Edifices
Even faithfully  tithing taxes
Exploited by Capitalism's ism's
Like regentrification
Let's not forget
You created reservations and
Ghetto Slums and
"The War on Drugs"

Still consider my bloodline
Unworthy of a Promise

We are not *******
We're Philosophers
Still writing Emerald Tablets
For our children's children
Children Children
Prayers form Pyramids
We're setting out
To make living Legacies
Can't Erase Obama
Out of History
Time to pay up
No more insufficient funds
From the Founding
Father's Constitution
King said it
Poetry demands it
We fact check you
Americkkka
Because we dream
And still have
Hope in
Your Faithful Promises
To Be
"America",
"Home of Brave
Land of The Free"

Kevin Guru© 2016
Black Lives do Matter

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