My Silent Scream



Who will consider me?

For I have not yet emerged…

Who will speak for me?

For I have no words…

Who will stand up for me?

For I’m much too small…

Who will fight for me

Against man’s brutal law?

I’m growing everyday

In my mother’s womb,

As they lead her to

A cold sterile room…

My comfort is her beating heart

Until I feel my body

 Violently ripping apart…

No one thought of whom I’d become,

I’ll never ever play,

I’ll never laugh or run…

No one came to rescue me…

No one heard

My silent scream!

©Leatherman 2013



The Color of Hate

The blade has no sense of hate,

Nor can a gun or its bullet

An enemy make

Hands are directed by

Evils ominous plan…

Tearing and thrashing,

Delivering brutal blows to

Their fellow man

Blood spilled for vengeance,

Greed, power or envy…

From the beginning of time,

Vain notion of superiority…

The tragic human fallacy

Dwelling much deeper

Than the pigment of skin,

More intricate than dialect,

Global location or

Disparity of religion

The color of hate

Has no tincture at all

It’s the beast of darkness

Occupying anguished barren souls

©Leatherman 2013

Chiraq (Chicago) American War Zone

CHICAGO

Chi Town

Chiraq

Leads Nation’s highest crime rate

For black on black…

Swept under the rug of ugly truth,

Lap dog media ignores the city’s slain youth…

Young teens gunned down
In poverty stricken mean streets…
No respect for fragile life
At all,
Brutality is their cold cultured law!

Meanwhile back in Washington D.C.,
President, preachers and Mr. A.G.
Have no time or interest to intervene…
Focusing on crucifying a fair skin innocent man,
Feeding their racially divisive political plan!

You won’t hear reverend Al’s plea,

Shouting “Justice for Darryl Green!”

Or any other murdered kid’s name…

They’re dispensable in his unholy hypocritical game!

 Strict gun laws crush good citizen’s right

To protect themselves in the survival fight…

Leader of the bloody town, Mayor Emanuel,

Denies he oversees city streets of Hell! 

CHICAGO

Chi Town

Chiraq

Overwhelmed by corruption, thugs and drugs…

Ground soaked with mother’s tears

Mixed with her dead child’s blood!

Mr. Obama’s former ILLinois home…

Shameful display of an

American War Zone!

 © Leatherman 2013

Reverend Sharp Tongue

Screecher  preacher

Man of faith?
Your message is lethal
Full of hate

Race baiting phony

Man of God?
Disgracing His name
By acts of fraud

Line your pockets with

Blood soaked cash
Stabbing opponents
In the back

Reverend Sharp Tongue

Change your wicked heart
Before you’re
Fanning Satan’s spark

 © Leatherman 2013

 

Puget Sound

Water so blue

You can barely tell where the ocean ends
Or where the sky begins

White billowing clouds dancing high above in the cool breeze,

Keeping time with the cracks of the waves kissing the shoreline

The familiar sound of screeching Sea Birds frantically begging for food…

Sailboats glide across the crystal blue Puget Sound
As though they’re sailing on glass

Surrounded by majestic snowcapped mountains and

Tall lanky forest green pines,
I relish in the beauty of God’s canvas.

© Leatherman 2013

 For Verna

We're Not So Different

Must we act black or white

Must we always curse and fight

Proud heritage, our weak excuse

For spilling red liquid pools

 

Each other’s blood soaks the ground

Breaking hearts, the only sound

Precious life, the price of pride

While the ill-fated slowly dies

 

Adults instill the color of hate

In a youthful mind’s fresh clean slate

Shame on us, as we silently watch

While sweet innocence swiftly rots

 

We’re not so different, you and me

We both want respect and to live free

We must release our hate filled past

Live as brothers and sisters

Just human beings, at last!

 

©Leatherman 2013

 

Unraveling Nation

I look around at this place,

Rubbing my eyes

Trying to focus,

I don’t recognize Uncle Sam’s face!

Liberties disappearing

Much to a Patriot’s utter dismay,

Attacked by political weapons,
No need for a gun,

Quick with the stroke of a pen...
Hiss of a snake’s tongue!

Strangers climbing broken fences scream...

"To Hell with laws, we're stealing your American dream!"

All the while big wigs talk and gloat,

"Let everyone in,

We need their vote!"

Morals gone, anything goes!

Right is wrong,

Wrong is the new right,

Scorned and mocked,

Christianity’s foretold plight!

I mourn for my America

drowning in the cess pool

Of man's greed and degradation,

Bowing my head,

I pray, "God,please save our

Unraveling Nation!"

 © Leatherman 2013