New century Slave Trade Style

By Jacquline Munro

When I watch the news

Of the Libyan slaves

Tied up

Positioned in the same way

That our ancestors displayed

Fear so deep their eyes portray

The wickedness and evil

Monstrosity acts so vile

Such native style

Surely who would want to survive

Surely they are kept barely alive

For entertainment purposes

Demon men

Who prowl with pride

To capture and display

Our African brothers

Subjected to acts

Beyond the human eye

Subjected to punishment

So gross

An invisible river of fear

Swallowing

Drowning

Life’s expectations

No hope to be rescued

No hope to be detected

No scope to see beyond

The painful journey

Of this new century slave trade style

             

Poem of the day

A minute or two

By Jacquline Munro

Let me just take a minute or two

Maybe to reflect

The things I’m going through

Yes let me stop and breath

Take in the motions that are real

Understand the complexity

Over-stand the simplicity

Of the spiritual side of me

Appreciating without debating

Why or how this could

Should

Or maybe why me

Not analysing life’s tragedy

As it is what it is

And I will still praise

The almighty who always forgives

Let me take out a minute or two

To appreciate who I am

As the I am

Is forgotten wrapped up in life’s monstrosity

which blocks the universal outreach

To hear the heart beat

To hear the breath we take

To hear the silence when the morning breaks

To hear the inner me

Not the radio

Not the television

Not the mobile phone

Distraction which is so judgementally appeased 

Meaning nothing

To my inner home

Which we can only touch base

When we are on our own

Let me take a minute or two

And give thanks and praise

          To the real me