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  157.     

The Importance Of Your Purpose

Too energy absorbing it is,
To promote with a devoting...
Of one's cultural identity,
To be kept connected without dollars and cents.
Since many today would rather have their efforts,
Funded for the purpose to document...
What it is they feel they represent.
And if the money isn't there...
Few are left to care if their culture is spared.
Or if the existence of it becomes extinct.
Especially in atmospheres where pride and identity,
Is meaningless unless it impresses with bling.

'We need more of 'us' to be paid to represent ourselves.'

~And if the funding isn't there? ~

'Why should we care who it is we are? '

~So your pride, identity and kept identity,
Depends upon who it is you can leave impressed? ~

'Of course.'

~Then you will never know the importance of your purpose.
Or have your thoughts represent who you are.~

'Listen.
You give me some money...
And I'll show you where my thoughts are.'
And it will not be spent on anything philosophical.
It's about the bling.
Give me the bucks and to me that's everything.'
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar

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  158.     

Fighting Territory

The Irish Republican Army
Through clenched teeth will fight,
So all with Irish accents
Will hear 'Ireland's call' and unite.

The cowboys sings of the country
Mountains and farms and all that,
Though he is from the city
he'll wear his ten gallon hat.

The American is so proud
He was born on the Fourth of July,
He sings the 'star spangled banner'
With hand on heart as he cries.

The Australian larrikin is proud
Of their beaches, forests and sun,
That he is 'young and free'
With BBQ and beer soaked fun.

The Scotsman wears His kilt
And recites what Burns may have said,
About the braveheart spirit
That against the Englishmen bled.

Then there's the twelve year old boy
Thinks 'in what can I now be proud'? ,
He'll wear his football jersey
With the thousands in the stand with the crowd.

These all have something in common
It's the same thing that drives them all,
It's all about their identity
By this we all stand or fall.

The identity is the powerful force
That drives all of life's decisions,
To understand motivation
The identity is the heart's incision.

For this we'll defend to the death
For that is our fighting territory,
Because it's who we are
Where belief comes from, our identity.
 
Peter Hall

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  159.     

Mistaken Identity

The man ran
But they ran faster
They ran after him
More like a mob
Panting and running
Trying to avoid
The flying missles
And the hands
Being streched to grab him
He cannot afford to stop
To stop to catch his breath
He ran away
He ran even faster

The man bleeds, bleeding from
His head running down
And entering is face
The broken bottle
Thrown by one of
His pursuers got him
Squarely on his head
Splitting open his skull
Blood oozing out
If he should stop
And they get him
That would be the
End of him

Blood mix with sweat
Flowed freely from
His head down to his legs
Where ever he steps
He made a mark on the floor
A mark of blood
Bloody men on his heels
He ran faster and faster
Pleading with his eyes
His mouth opened
To suck in some air

His heart pounding
And beating as fast
As possible to accomodate
The running
He is getting weak
But he must not stop
Otherwise he would
Not live to share
The experience
Though it is a case
Of mistaken identity

How could he stop
And explain the situation
It is just too late
He ran faster, faster
He has to get away
Out of the reach of this
Murderous and angry mob
How did he get'
Himself cornered like this
Even unto death

He ran with all his might
He jumped,
He jumped across
Bearly missing the gutter
Colliding against the passing vehicle
Almost knocked down
By another oncoming one
Suddenly
A deadly blow landed
On his left eye
It was so sudden

He went temporarily
Blind and demobilised
He saw sparks, sparks of light
But remembered if he
Wants to live
To tell the story
He cannot stop
He ran on blindly
Vehicles Screeching to
Panic stop
He ran for his life

Yet, it is a case
Of mistaken identity
Suddenly, he saw
Policemen coming towards him
And he ran faster
Only for the mob
To slow down a little
No longer as ferocious
As before

It is only a case
Of mistaken identity
At last,
The police grabbed him
And the pursuing mob
Slow down and
Began to disperse
One after the other
They led him away
He would have been
Lynched

Alas, it was only
A case of mistaken identity.
 
David Oladipupo Olorunshola

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  160.     

Identity

Words identifies the speaker
as Words identifies the stronger

Word destine in the chamber of the heart
Belch onto the edge of the soft slippy and flappy tissue
For taste and say; calls for vigilance and alliance of caution
For a words reiterated, films up the friable of the mirror
For words reiterated, desegregate the friable of the mirror
As bills are drilled to law and from legislature to executives, words name the good man
And tame the bad man.
It fills the cup of the innocent
It kills the heart of the culprit
It fills the cup of the culprit
It kills the heart of the innocent
Words identifies the speaker as the speaker identifies the audience
Words are ours as it behold from the mouth
Yet wheels around regardless of mental consciousness and ego
In a particular month of a particular day of a particular hour, minute and seconds
The sluggard regard the wisdom the of the ant
Dramatically the ant demonstrate it identified idiosyncrasies when identity formulate attitude
Words as identity identifies the speaker
It flashes to live the emotion within the body
It flashes to light the pain within the body
It flashes to height the attain intention of the soul
Words as identity identifies the speaker

Words identifies the stronger
the system of belief is wrong
yet the mass is strong in believing it unconsciously
Gone are the days when the way was only to the cup of deception
well done Tony Rykers
yet the system of belief is wrong

Words debark the weaker
Words en back the stronger
The legislation by decree by the Romans to a degree of blasphemy
Identifies Sunday the Sabbath
A pure identity of transformation
A sure capability of words
As words identifies the stronger
The woman has gone astray and the man has become a byway
Yet the sinless words day by day lead the heart
Yet faithful is He above and yet relief the woman from the cup of deception
Deception of words
The system of belief is wrong
As word identifies the strong

Words identifies the speaker
as words identifies the stronger
 
ROSEVELT QUARSHIE

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