This is a little poem, if you can call it so, materialised amidst the situation regarding Black Lives and the Corrupt System as a whole. This may seem unusual for a seemingly naive, reserved, whatever-it-is-you-may-describe-me to come up with this but I can say that I have been covertly learning about this whole media propaganda, corporate control, federal reserve system, and a little bit of everything related to how the powerful people (Rockefeller, Rothschild, Morgan, Warburg) are controlling the masses to establish some sort of new world order. This is not out of the blue.
I may be entirely wrong. I may be crazy. Heck, I may be “brainwashed” to think about this “nonsense”. But I have read, observed and learnt enough to realise that there is something fishy going on. And my curiosity is only heightened with every information I encounter. Sometimes, it’s so blindingly obvious and yet this is not something that people talk about. That is not surprising considering how many people binge watch The Kardashians or whatever reality TV shows there are nowadays.
And I want to talk about it more. I want people to talk about it with me more. Why? Because it matters. Because we are in a system whereby most people are not happy with. But most of us only complain and do nothing, including myself. Yes, I know that most do not completely understand the situation nor have the time to learn. That’s why we need to help each other, no?
Be the positive change you want to see in this world, they say. And I guess that’s what I am trying to do. And this “poem” is the first step of my putting it out there — the ice breaker — so that the next time I write anything about this, I would have a bit more confidence in sharing. This may not be perfect, this may not make much sense, this may sound so very weird, but it’s a product of what my brain has become and what my heart is reaching out to. Take it or leave it.
B L A C K B I R D
Blackbird, black sheep, black lives
The colour black has been socially constructed to represent
Isolation, depression, rebellion
Black is an absence of colour — justified.
Blackbirds tend to be solitary — justified.
Black sheep the occasional recessive gene — justified.
Black lives a picture of slavery and uncouthness — justified.
But you don’t see
How black fills itself with all the light in the world
Its soul full of colours
You can’t see
Because you see with your eyes and not with your hearts.
And you don’t hear
The blackbird’s sweet melodies
Because you’d rather listen to
The big media
Spewing hatred and propaganda.
You don’t know
That recessive doesn’t mean
It only means distinct
It is better to be different than just a sheep.
And you don’t remember
That slavery was (is) man-made
To justify growth
Forgetting that black, white, yellow, brown
We will all be buried in the ground.
Until we begin to see the unseen
Until we tune in to the right sound
Until we think and learn
Until we take action
Black will just be black.
11th july 2016