IN THE EGOTISM OF THE TIMES

CATEGORY

All too often

common sense seems to be

the most difficult

to achieve and/or perceive.

You can’t chain

and own the past as if slaves;

and how can you make

today be the past of yesterday?

If history could

and would repeat its self,

we the people of African heritage

would be back on top

and the people of faded colour

would be back climbing.

There’s only a little allegory here;

just give it some thought

and give some reflections on time.

What is amazing

is that Ourstory—we Blacks—amazingly

and collectively keloids the past, present

and the future.

Thus, we can say,

although we’re not where we want to be

and not yet where we ought to be,

we surely can thank God that we are not

still where we once were.

We’ve overcome dilemmas

in the past and it’s now apparent

we can surely conquer present

pandemic political oppressive evils

and be well on our way

to ensuring future equanimity.

The time of the past cannot be

the time of now nor of later;

the time is now and now is the time

to take time to assure the future will be

one in which we will all harmoniously live.

Indeed, let us forever be mindful that our

hope of an equitable tomorrow must be realized

today, and—in our present conundrum—we must

again heed the wisdom of the words long ago spoken

by our prophet—MLK—still loudly echoing to us today.

Let you eyes listen:  “We may cry out…for time

to pause in…passage, but time is deaf

to every plea and rushes on...We have a choice

today…This may well be[our]last chance

to choose between chaos and community.”

Be ever mindful that over the passing

times, many have given their precious lives

that we may be in today’s blessed position

of casting shared power; thus—in the so soon

future on the horizon—let us be able to celebrate

that in their faithful mission purpose, those sacred

lives were not sacrificed in vain—please God—no!

With awareness of our present-day mission purpose

we know what it is we must do—so— let’s get to it!

Finally, be forever aware that in the affairs

of our sailing times, we cannot allow the tide

of evil to remain in its pandemic flooding; rather,

we must be the pulling force of its inevitable ebbing:

Having inked the votive word, the cruising hand sails on.