John G. Nelson

Rookie - 0 Points (August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

John G. Nelson Poems

1. ! ! Who Dare To Save Me 8/25/2008
2. A Husband's Due 7/10/2007
3. Across The Land 8/31/2008
4. An Aging Soul 11/16/2006
5. Babylon 4/23/2007
6. Beautiful Butterfly 11/15/2006
7. Can We Chat? 2/6/2007
8. Can'T Sleep 1/12/2007
9. Comforts 7/10/2007
10. Dance Me To Love 7/18/2007
11. Day Has Broken Since 6/18/2007
12. Dear Heart 1/8/2007
13. Dear Mother 1/11/2008
14. Distance Love 6/29/2007
15. Does She Know 2/6/2007
16. Everyday 6/29/2007
17. Grant Me Less To Grieve 4/11/2007
18. Groans 2/9/2012
19. Heartache 8/6/2008
20. Here I Am 1/30/2008
21. Home 11/17/2006
22. I Adore Thee 12/18/2006
23. I Ate My Fill 3/2/2009
24. I Can'T Explain 11/16/2006
25. I Cry Sometime 5/17/2008
26. I Feign Not My Love 12/18/2006
27. I Gaze At Human 12/18/2006
28. I Love Her 7/29/2008
29. I Wish 12/20/2006
30. I Wish Not Make Choice For You 10/24/2007
31. If We Die 8/6/2008
32. Lay The Blame Upon Jah (God) 10/24/2007
33. Life In Refuge Camp 11/15/2006
34. Life, Not An Easy Road 3/2/2009
35. Lost Key 2/9/2012
36. Love Believes 1/30/2008
37. Love Beneath The Stars 1/11/2008
38. Love, I Be In It 7/29/2008
39. My Country At War 11/15/2006
40. My Distance Maid 3/2/2009
Best Poem of John G. Nelson

Racism Has A Human Heart....

Racism has a human heart,
An artery of cruelty & death,
It has blood of anger, & evil…,
Has a force of pain & antipathy.

Racism has a human mind….
An Intellect of terror & delusion,
Has an emotion of extreme savage
Imagination of vile ideas, macabre.

Racism has a human mouth,
It has tongue of torture, depravity,
Many teeth of brutal incision & kill
Has a lip of sorrow, hate & death.

JOHN NELSON 4-Mar-09

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My Country At War

My country is at war, she rots,
Our hearts wail, many woes & sins,
The sadness that sat with us & wept,
& the Sorrows that held us captives,
Our hearts burned, sore with fears.

When did we shivered, with pains,
Shame that bends our heads in dirt?
We once dance like our forefathers,

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