pharaohs and queens . . .
our ancestors who . . .
stroll the rich desert lands . . .
raised mighty pyramids . . .
trimmed in gold and precious jewels . . .
a web of mazes . . .
hidden chambers . . .
ancient secrets secured . . .
before . . .
they came . . .
we named and counted the stars . . .
musing thoughts . . .
birthed mathematics . . .
questions answered . . .
became the science of things . . .
voyages . . .
migrating from sea to sea . . .
planted feet . . .
on virgin lands . . .
gave birth to tribes . . .
created customs . . .
veins flowing with carmine liquid . . .
skin of the darker hue . . .
powerful and strong . . .
supreme we were . . .
living without malice . . .
without greed . . .
our way was love, respect . . .
peace ruled without prejudice . . .
then . . .
they came . . .
they were welcomed . . .
they studied, they plotted . . .
they stole, and claimed as their own . . .
they destroyed, they murdered . . .
enslave viciously . . .
ruthless with malice intent . . .
and called the inhabitants . . .
uncivilized and savages . . .
our strength, our resilience . . .
persevere and we survived . . .
the theft of our legacy . . .
our inheritance of . . .
gold, diamonds . . .
and the liquid onyx . . .
stolen for greed . . .
our flesh tattered . . .
torn apart . . .
pound by pound . . .
our blood flowed and splashed . . .
like the roaring seas . . .
fertilizing the land . . .
of milk and honey . . .
kidnapped, enslaved, . . .
separated, destroyed . . .
wombs used and abused . . .
babies snatched from the teat . . .
taught self hate . . .
called beast of burden . . .
dehumanized . . .
until emancipation . . .
the 14th amendment . . .
but they denied, they raged . . .
evil reemerged with vengeance . . .
rights violated . . .
white hoods . . .
burnt crosses . . .
beaten, lynched . . .
charred flesh . . .
while their children . . .
watched and smiled . . .
we were lied to . . .
cheated . . .
falsely imprisonment . . .
drug dealers, gangs . . .
warlords arise . . .
fighting for territories . . .
not their own . . .
against their own . . .
fast dollars getting paid . . .
quick coins for . . .
poisoning our seeds . . .
until the 40 acres . . .
and a mule were attained . . .
knocked us down . . .
incarcerated our bodies . . .
mis-educated our minds . . .
we’re the monster they created . . .
they unchained our anger . . .
once we feared their wrath . . .
but now they, they are afraid . . .
with just cause . . .
guilt is a bitch . . .
but we always forgive . . .
we seek acceptance . . .
and repeat old mistakes . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 3/4/17
32 thoughts on “Tears of Blood”
A Deep piece of writing showing the lives stripped as well as the land.. Both the USA and my own country England has much to answer for for what they have done throughout history to others that have enslaved and robbed families, Both in Africa and in India and elsewhere..
Your words hit home a profound truth.
Love to you xxx
There is so much evil brewing here in the states I am trying to release it from my heart. It is so dark. I’m glad you liked my words.
I did Kim.. it spoke to me deeply.. I have been reading alot of things recently that held accounts of various conflicts..Just cropping up in passages of books I have re read upon my Spiritual Shelves
Then Mid week my hubby and I went to the cinema to watch The Viceroy’s House. About the Partition in India with Pakistan in 1947.. There were 40 million refugees, and Millions slaughtered.. All because of a few men and their ideas..
And I thought to what is happening in the States.. and my heart bleeds with you Kim, for I wish I could envision a positive outcome.. Time will tell,, I keep praying and releasing too.. Sending Love into the fray is only what I can do.. xxxx ❤
I am trying to let it go but there’s so much going on and I worry about my kids. I am making peace because if the Healthcare comes into play I will be one that won’t survive. I have too many health issues.
It must be really daunting to live with that hanging over you too.. There are many problems within our own Health Care the NHS.. but it is positively a jewel in comparison to the lottery you folks have to go through to get health care..
So my thoughts are with you. and I can so see why you are worried.. ❤
Very powerful poem Kim. Excellent.
It’s clear who the savages are here, and it ain’t the slaves! This poem is full of anger, justly so. A very powerful piece of writing that speaks for the powerless.
This immigration ban echoes the sounds of slavery. Parents who try to cross the border with their children they are going to take their children from their parents. The reason the parents will be in jail and the children in the custody of the state, which is also jail. In what world is it okay to seperate parents and children? It more sadness then anger that I feel.
It’s barbaric. What more can I say? Well, quite a lot really, but it would fill a book D:
I know. It’s really stressful here well for me at least.
Sending you lots of love, prayers, and a big hug. We need to keep creating positive vibes, to counteract all that destructive energy out there. What the hell is wrong with them all, I ask?
I don’t know. They are making a mess of the USA air and water and hurting the poor. But the rich and corporation will be doing great. They will even be able to hunt endangered animals. they took the bees of the endangered list and mentally ill people can get a gun with no problem. Just to name a few of the insanity happening.
It’s called living in ivory towers D: Idiots, all of them. The trouble is, a lot of the decision-makers in the highest positions, are too old for it to matter to them what happens in the long-term. It’s a sort of “I’m alright, Jack” mentality, without regard for future generations. They don’t care about the poor, the extinction of animals, the death of bees and that the only things people will be able to eat one day is alfafa and a few other boring foods that don’t depend on pollination. Grrrr… I could go on and on about this. It has the makings of an epic poem.
I agree. The thing is the GMO’S don’t need pollinating because they are seedless. Which means eventually there won’t be any natural food source unless farmers begin storing seeds today. The GMO foods don’t need pesticides because they already bug repellent. We have our bodies and worry about them and the kind of future they have. 45’s mother lived in this building I use to work in from time to time. It was 3 or 4 but I think it was 3. I worked in the basement from there we could walk through a passageway past all the buildings. People use to use the tunnel to jog. In the center there was stores, candy, grocery, gift shops. There was a movie theater, a dinner a place to buy appliances like refrigerators and stoves. There was no reason to go outside. I can see our future world’s being like that. A tube from your door to a tunnel to take you from here to there because the air would be too dangerous to breath. So true 45 and his family lives in a bubble and it’s all about making money. So sad.
That vision is so scary D:
Thank you Derrick.
Searingly powerful, Kim
Great poem! Love the last line – very true.
Kim – dearest Kim – to see you writing again makes me not want to stop smiling. If I did not know you I would think ‘this is a brilliant poem’ but knowing you fills me with pride to see your beautiful mind at work again – sharing with us the insights you have – and all of them so true of these troubled days. You are a light in the dark my friend, and we are so very lucky to have you xo
Thank you Candy. I wish my muse would give me more positive inspiration. The climate of our country has me not depressed but that the best words. Maybe sad will be better. Thank you so much for visiting and reading.
Dear One, I rarely write ‘happy’ so it’s no essential theme in my estimate. Yes, as your friend I wish your happiness but I think writing at all in any genre and subject is valuable and it is not negative to write about negative experiences or changes in the world, it is responsible. If we all kept quiet and said nothing, how would that be a good thing? Right? (always xo)
It’s a matter of respect and owning up to your part in history.
There are too many points in human history where just a few think they are leaders –
History is never quite what it appears to be. I just read this article:
When groups of people think they can make all the choices…the majority suffers and it does not matter what the color of ones skin is.
Apparently faith can only be found in the mazes of ones own heart.
Moving forward towards the truth allows for the hope of light to burn. May we all be able to live peacefully in what ever the future brings.
those who came
cannot be held to blame
the flame of the light
and what is right
will burn on their souls
and the shame
of the whites
is a reversed
they could and should
have done themselves!
Pretty much provides a summary of one aspect of history…a history often distorted by those who’ve educated our children.
I tend to distinguish between educating and schooling. I guess you do too.
I definitely try. You know with this administration in our country my emotions are in overdrive.
I can only imagine.
Yes. I wrote this thinking how evil people are and have been.
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