Surrealistic Sunsets And Groovy Eyes Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
Surrealistic Sunsets And Groovy Eyes
Two Niggers, talking to a Jew,
An Asian man listening in.
Dance the hate.
Feel the verb.
Name call, sticks and stones,
we all come tumbling down.
Words, verbs, adverbs.
Malicious diamonds polished
by the shit of white man's fascism.
Flags are raised. Flags are lowered.
Some salute, some yawn.
Nationalism and xenophobia.
Ah, we are proud of our master race!
Sand niggers protest the vowels
they've been coloured.
Savages proclaim the first
day of the new protest movement.
False religions, true religions.
Praying to trees and wiccan stones.
Drop a bomb.
Obliterate a city.
See, they are the enemy.
Brown and white, black and blue.
Colours of the television screen
flickering
black and white sitcoms.
No niggers there!
Carry on.
Continue the game.
Hate, and if it feels right,
hate all over again.
Call your names.
Call on your illusions.
Surrealistic sunsets and
groovy eyes
seeing the
mud of the story.
Death, well maybe?
As long as the victims are
of another point of view.
Somewhere, in a Church.
a man is praying.
Saying his rosary.
Imploring the Holy Mother
to hear his intentions.
'Dear Lord, make us see that
when we bleed, it is always red, regardless
of our intentions.'
An excellent pen! And far more indeed how excellent it is as an exposé of the core of mankind's greatest folly... hatred by virtue of difference... Touché, Sir!
Message is outstanding, poem is amazing, thoughts are touching, And the poet of living conscience is conveying but very few are listening. Even if they are listening, they are not acting, What is wrong, who is wrong, where; s wrong, I know nothing.
Very insightful poem. Hadn't heard the word groovy in a century and a half man.
A thought provoking poem, sadly we will never get rid of the hate. A great write.
This is a bold statement and I think a great write...reminds me of my poem we all bleed the same colour blood dont we...I was reading a friends post on what you wrote...this is just great...fantastic.
'Dear Lord, make us see that when we bleed, it is always red, regardless of our intentions.' _________________ You brought to life the views of Gandhiji.....a provocative write indeed! ..
'Dear Lord, make us see that when we bleed, it is always red, regardless of our intentions.'.......... ________________ You brought to life the views of Gandhiji... a lovely, provocative write indeed!
as the tool served the innocent intention, a blaze to ash the stinking racism, blessed be this soul, who might mount heights of ecstasy sure in future near; not a prediction, but a mortal's premonition. God Bless. Inspiring, is the single word conclusion, a need of the hour too, it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:12:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a terrible truth penned brilliantly!