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What is a Man?What is a Man?
Is a man born with gusto
Or with cowardice?
Even if a man is born with gusto
Does he use it to protect his fellow brothers
Or to inflate his sense of ego?
Even if a man is born with cowardice
Is he a coward out of the fear of the outside world
Or out of the fear of death?
Is a man taught to love
Or to hate?
Even if a man is taught to love
Can they also be taught to love their wives
Instead of their fellow brothers?
Even if a man is taught how to hate
Does he hate because of force
Or out of envy?
Is a man taught to be perceived by his fellow brothers as sincere
Or is he taught to be sincere to everyone?
Even if a man is taught to be perceived as sincere
Does he make his brothers perceive this sincerity out of self-interest
Or out of hiding away untold lies?
Even if a man is taught to be sincere to everyone
Does he learn out of this interest in human behavior
Or out of genuine care for their fellow brothers?
So many questions about what a man is.
And yet, man itself will n
I Lay to RestI lay to rest
Rest upon these quiet shores
Shores that have echoed my final breath
Breath of the faded dawn anew
Anew in this spirited form
Form memories no longer for I shall await
Await the final trial to decide my fate
Fate tells of the search for my friends
Friends that I have forgotten a long time ago
Ferguson: An Imagist Poem by Danny MartianFootsteps, Footsteps
Walking the streets
Protest of the death
Of a young man
A man of color
Killed by a man of authority
Shouting and yelling
Tear Gas thrown
Between community and authority
A flock of sheep
Looking for their shepard
A small town
Looking for answers
A movement has spread
From Seattle to Chicago
From New York to D.C.
Images of the past
Flashing in the blink of an eye
And all of this started
With a killing in Missouri
The American ApocalypseYou could be the President
Or an office resident
But the only thing that is evident
Is that death is imminent.
A dream once held
In the eyes of the compelled
Was now expelled
Into the stars and stripes of those who rebelled
Flags of red, white, and blue
On the porchtops they once flew
But now they're in their grayest hue
As a symbol of greed, it begins life anew
The laws are still solid and strong
Written in the ink of those long gone
Yet, the lasting impact will not be prolong
Tempting the innocent to do wrong
These HandsThese hands could heal
But they can also hurt
These hands could work
But they can also play
These hands could learn
But they can also forget
These hands could conquer
But they can also surrender
They could write the words of love
But they can also write the words of hate
They could preach the gospel of peace
But they can also preach the gospel of war
They could decide the fate of themselves
But they can also decide the fate of everyone
The only thing that can control these hands is the mind
The mind dictates what function the hands will serve
But what part of the body can control these hands
When the mind isn't there?
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