The Great Divide.
Students…take a seat and
Let us partake in…words
How do we define peace/ when our
Levels of stress can only be relieved with our skin caressed in sweat
When does the struggle subside?
You see, the truth lies in the lies in the eyes of politicians and the dispositions of society to oppress
We dehydrate in the fire, forced to drink our tears to survive
Most hide behind the lines of the Great Divide
Take it back to the purple, black, and white folk
Words of folklore derived from our purple black and white ancestors. The Great Divide
So how do we define peace? Who really, is the ally?
Through rhythms, rhymes and haikus; Shakespeare sonnets and melodies
All granted by the hands of God himself, to bridge the gap. The Great Divide
Music as art, art as war, war as a hindrance to all innocence
Art as music, as war must commence in our struggle to stop the struggle
To achieve the peace
Break it into pieces, call it …words.
Use it to paint tapestries that lick the stature of the Mona Lisa. Resting point
At the Great Divide
Words as art, art as music trickle down from the top of the cranium, and kick off the tips of a pen onto
A rhythmic canvass, like morning dew in the sweetest meadows of Greece. Peace. In the Great Divide
In the mind of an artist, of a dreamer, there is such word as retire
Retire to the prison
Prisoners within walls of fire, that is, the walls of the edge of our desires
When we find ourselves between these rocks and other hard places, we search for embraces only to
find empty spaces
Ironically, we can find peace behind its own definition which so happens to be
The lack of hesitation as a single nation, under God
That is, HE who is the motivation, up high where stress is no threat
Up high is the direction to aim. To the other side of the middle of the Great Divide
Just when the struggle to battle the struggle subsides, consistency has a tendency to die
Common passersby call it cries, we call it…words. So we continue to drink our tears to survive
Walk through the wastelands left by man.
Art as music, music as war, and war as a challenge
Music as war as art as poetry. Call it…words
After thought: What are some things you can take from this poem? How do you think the fight for social/racial/gender equality is going? Are you a soldier in that fight?
Feel free to reach out with suggestions, tips, and/or love!
— Moise Morancy (@moisemorancy) September 8, 2015