Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
-Claude McKay

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Waiting for me
In the dark chaos
Brooding over troubled waters
My heart beats
Rapidly
Waiting for me
To take the next step
Catch up to what was
Preordained
Before the earth’s foundation laid
I pray and consult
I pray and convulse
Over gathered intelligience
That ends up meaningless
It’s me and the unknowable
Going back and forth
In weighty conversation
Apophatic frustration
Over what he is not
Moving slowly away
From my next step
And at the same time…
Leaving me deaf, dumb, and blind
Without the use of senses
I stand in a new place
Of ignorance defenseless
Confusion and grace
Waiting for me
On the other side of chaos
The unknown is waiting