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imagine

imagine

imagine a people
totally severed

from their birth language
and tangible culture.

imagine a people
shipped to a new land

and coined sub-human
by those that control.

imagine a people
deprived of all schooling

then many years later
seen as hostile and brutish.

imagine a people
thank God all-mighty

free at last,
in word only.

imagine a people
free at last

subdued by discrimination,
imprisonment and redlining.

imagine a people
murdered by the law

because the freed people
don't fit an accepted image.

imagine these people
overcoming adversity

and learning self-acceptance
outweighs anyone else's.

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Fred Nicholson

Sun 27th Oct 2019 23:10

Philipos, I hear you loud and clear.

My heart bleeds for the peoples, not aware of how unacknowledged past wrongs still affect them negatively, generations later.

As long as we remain ignorant about the connectivity of all life,
change will remain in the sphere of duality and superficial relating.

Philipos, thank you for commenting on 'imagine".

Philipos

Sun 27th Oct 2019 19:54

Too easy to say it is man's inhumanity to their fellow man but your poem has connotations with that recent immigrant event in NI and I can't seem shake that horrible thought out of my mind because it is so distressing. I never knew them, but I do sense their tragic circumstances and the rippling effect on their families. P.

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