WE THE PEOPLE

I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to the hundreds of thousands of people around the world who are subjugated to terror, famine, poverty, prejudice, and discrimination on a daily basis.

It is under this premise that I dedicate this poem to those who have lost their lives at the hands of police brutality, to residential schools, and the other many prejudices against Black and FMNI Canadians.

We the People in this time and place

declare ourselves the one true estate

So goes the wind, by blood along lines

of revolutionaries saying goodbye

The canons boom with furious growls

as prisoners bend metal on hot coals

the muskets they ring, like a church choir

as a child prays in the eye of his father

Barbarians preside over weak minds

As the savages come to cleanse their lives

What noble soldier stays, sheds, and kills

To call himself a hero; yet but a shill

But the senate’s alive, they protest

By leader’s smile, we’d know less

That the bite of a tiger be the strongest

when unopposed by love’s weakness

Shed your coat they’d say, here’s one warmer,

Forget all you know, here’s one smarter,

We bear such heavy hearts,

To bring you along from the very start,

Till a hundred thousand years may come and go,

And the very last person has come to know,

The sun may rise east and set west,

But you shall never know, who truly is the best.

And Plato said, I am the wisest man alive

for I know one thing: that I know nothing.