Poem: Blessed Are Those

Mental Slavery image Blessed are those that dance to pomps and prides

William "Bubbles" Galloway

Release Date

Wednesday, June 15, 2022


Blessed are those that dance to pomps and prides
When fantasy masquerades on wounds like flies
With covered eyes they cannot see
What a traumatic blinded system has done to we
The indigenous people and black slaves
Failing to tow the line they quickly occupy a grave
Those that wither the storm and coexist
Forming their lines of choice to your system, they still resist

Slave masters and the wealthy occupied marked graves
Trees, stones and shrub hide the gravestones of slaves
Time and honesty has not been fair to poor occupants
Colonialism’s deed has cast its scar leaving remnants
Feeding us with words like ‘uncivilized ’, they do need a mirror
Let us look at savagery from the receiver to whom it did occur
This diluted civilization is still corrupt, greedy and selfish
The original uncivilized indigenous people also had a wish

His-story and its pages, some buried, lots burned, some hidden
Memories and scars, deep wounds like crashed cars well driven
Blessed are those that survive with forgiveness and are aware
Just fallen autumn leaves fertilizing a system that doen't care
Man’s inhumanity has been idolized by many in our society
We wonder who cultivated twisted minds of some children’s savagery
Blood and guts illustration tossed to juveniles for perfection
Along the way to convince blacks and indigenous victims it’s an illusion

Note: William "Bubbles" Galloway is MNI Alive's Spoken Word Contributor 

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