This Hatred Is Still Real

There in the quiet, when we all settle in to our own reality,

a memorial stands free, meant to celebrate a young boy,

there is a mindset exists in the world around us,

we sometimes allow ourselves to forget about morality.

I’m not talking about you, not speaking about me,

I haven’t any idea really, who they really might be.

I cannot see them, I cannot call anyone by a name,

who’d rather wear a white hood than celebrate with me.

 

When I was a younger child there were men spoke of being free,

a movement seemed to gather strength, a few men held fists high,

a man named Dr. King celebrated the life of his own upbringing,

and I listened, my folks listened, my siblings listened. We all believed

in the concept of love.

I read the news, well a news story, well it kept being brought up,

and I discovered there was a little boy like me, who as a child

living in innocence, crossed a line apparently.

 

We live in a world of constant facade and hypocritical smiles

One that buries the truth behind circumstance and a false pride,

we live in a world that is losing its concept of democracy,

where the people today can take liberty with the struggles of our past.

We live in a forest of deceit where a young boy named Emmitt Till died

for the color of his skin, and no one cared to honor his quiet humanity.

Nearly seventy years ago he lost his life for the color of his skin, just a boy,

and today, those same followers have been woken up and allowed to believe.

 

His memorial is riddled with bullet holes and angry symbolism,

and like 1955, this young boy, could be living today, in the hatred of 2016.

 

On Race’s Ism

In Childhood
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Stuck trying to find the right words
If something is wrong
Then an offense has occurred
And we each know the name of that song
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We may not try
However simple the notion that crossed our mind
Whatever may have caused her to cry
Gives credence to this present bind
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Look into the mirror each morning
And see a face that is ready to play
Calling all friends of all world’s abiding
Each other’s desires; each one’s way
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We are a simple dream of childhood
Recognizing every person that crosses our path
Knowing our little neighbor, hood
Is really filled with love and knows no wrath
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Child’s eyes watch the television
When a man named Malcolm X lost his life
He didn’t really understand that vision
Yet now innocence knew certain strife
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His quiet world of matchbox cars
And riding a bicycle down rural roads
There were no Emmett Till moments; no steel bars
That suggested how a quiet world soon explodes
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Coming of Age
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Grandfather’s sun-porch on a late afternoon
It is April 4th and by evening
A world we knew that lived under the same moon
Now in a child’s eyes witnessed a blood-letting
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Look into the mirror each morning
Recognize the horror that stands silent
Wash away the culling
Nature of this daily lament
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Outside a world quietly anticipates
A brush of the shoulder
A passing glance that irritates
An individual mind’s moment of order
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And in a flash the future is different
We look at each other with a certain fear
A society that seems no more reverent
Than a glance in the headlights by a passing deer
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We are now afraid
Civil rights has become a long awaited
Long suggested sacrificial trade …
Years of intolerance; human tragedy abated
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As decades pass we begin to recognize voices
Speaking of equality; shouting MLK Jr’s dream
A certain fog seems to embrace our choices
Is it a dream, or a fear now to actually scream
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Present hypocrisy included
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A newscaster recently applauded
A verdict with biting analysis
A jury of peers apparently spoke and quietly lauded
A system of unequivocal legalese justice
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In a classroom the teacher taught Langston Hughes
A poem about finding your heart
See there are many different, contrasting views
We just need sometimes a place to start
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Hypocrisy exists if we design by our own will
Is it wrong to fight against the man?
When really it is the Man that speaks to fulfill
A spiritual reckoning; a delightful sermon
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Might inspire our hearts to seek the soul
Of our existence; that human purposed
Together today teaching whole
Worlds might recognize each other as He proposed
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Fight with a certain wrath the accusations
Plead for generalities to be ignored
And stand firm to agree with each other’s visions
To be explored, believe, lived, and favored
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Common ground exists within our lives
To recognize each other’s eyes that shine above
The judgment and fury of angst, that deprives
Our elegant human hearts to share what is their love

Thom Amundsen 2013