The shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
every man,
woman and child
suffering bound in chains
enough to make
any mind go wild
the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
every man, woman and child have dreamed
of their forefathers
recalling tales of yesteryear
and such better days than here!
the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
dear blessed Mother of God
pray for our mortal sins
of absolution
we are not worthy
tainted by our greed
we must make restitution
for sins that were commissioned
will there ever be resolve
in our own privileged life span
and centuries we have robbed them all
due respect and compassion?
the shame oh the shame
seeping from the pores
of our pale pink skins
blessed Divine Mother, please,
pray for our mortal sins
© Tournesol’17/11/11
Daily moments November 11/17 slaves no more
Written for Mocropoetry Month
I was trying to watch 12 Years a Slave and could not watch half, it was too difficult and so My muse took over…
This started free flow but noticed there were many senryu and tanka within. What was most important for me was to release these thoughts.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 