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Bitter Harvest by Tyrone Vincent Banks Written Thursday, November 18, 2004
Mutilation
Decapitation
Humiliation
A crying nation
Unnerving justification for the defamation
Of that crying nation
Frustration
Elation
In the blood of the fallen there was a celebration
Pain that will cause further retaliation…
She was the salvation, but her deeds earned her a warm place in our hearts and in the ground…
Was she the same as the other they found?
Retribution?
That’s not the solution, these acts unspeakable amidst bitter confusion
The grand illusion
The wrong conclusion…appalled at the fact that we have earned inclusion
Into the ranks of the foul,
The unjust…
The evil ones who erected the 21st century pyramid upon the backs of their brothers
The watchful eye that will see all will betray you as we see what you hide
View yourself from inside
Are the just justified?
To play God and play with gods as they follow their path of redemption
Who earns an exemption?
From the swift sword and swift judgment that will lead to our extinction
That sword in his hand
One that he has no right to wield
To what power does he answer before more blood spilled?
Who determined the fate of the living or the ones that were killed?
Busy hands try to rebuild
More are kidnapped and how many more have their fates sealed?
The grim reaper will reap
The killers will kill
The justified will justify
The righteous will make right
The non-believers will believe
The punishers will be punished
The original sin is buried but not forgotten
We were born corrupt and our souls can be rotten
The curse of existence
The price for resistance
The cost that we pay as we offer assistance
The bullets fly overhead
As they bury the dead
They try to do what’s right but they still die in the night
What a horrific plight
To be given this sight
And words that don’t stop
Please stop…
I will not...
I have bitten the fruit and the knowledge spills out
The words leave the fruit as the juice leaves my mouth
A bitter harvest we reap
A cry out as we sleep
Lay your life on the line…
At home we’ll be fine
Line your body with death
Step forward and take that last breath
Your pieces will find their way into the reapers collection
At this point in the game there is no rejection
But try to claim that prize
The one you get when you die…the virgins and such
What you do is too much!
The blame does not fall far from the feet of the aggressor
The response will be from the subjects of the oppressor
We were given the tools with which to wage war
Without war what would such devices be used for?
Is there one solution that will enhance my resolution?
There’s no going back
When you act and attack
Wage war without facts
Act and they react
The reaper keeps busy and his collection is as such
The collectors of aluminum can never get enough
Turn in the body and retrieve the payment for the soul
Place the body in a container filled with new and old
Grind away the substance and the flattened body is pressed out
Refined and recycled
Renewed and reformed
Back into the fray after being reborn
Or maybe left in the street
Swept underfoot and away
Left to decompose, degenerate and decay
Pray for the reaper, is there anything left to collect?
Ask for the reaper, has he come by yet?
Or did he forget?
Human lives and human bodies devoid of essence…
A poet devoid of words…
A poem that has reached an end…or has it?
Text: ©2004 Tyrone Vincent Banks
Publication Date: 12-23-2008
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
Dedicated to God.
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