Josephine DixonBanks Poems

Beautification of the city
Brand new image, what a pity

The outward appearance is in bloom
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Gerrymandering and slandering the truth
Destruction of The Self in it’s youth
Disagree with misinformation, demand authentic proof
Exercising you universal right is being uncouth
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Let the Niagara of my soul flow on
Let the waters of the world be silent
The regal tears of the Majestic Mother is Sovereign
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If you don’t get saved and become a slave
You’ll burn in hell the preacher did tell

You’re rotten, unrighteous and born vile
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Heartless and cold I'm said to be.
It takes a whole lot to deal with me.
Compound, complex, I am you see
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What do you possess, what do you own
A street address, a telephone
A cardboard box you call home
Are you employed or do you just roam
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Political players the democracy slayers
War is the season of malfeasance
Patriotic-Treason, the esoteric reason
Politicians the magicians of mayhem
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Wholesale democracy sold as retail
Freedom is incapacitated locked in jail
Liberty in the layaway without bail
War is the prostitute on the campaign trail
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The Blues, The voice of God crying out
The umbilical cord, source of all animation

The Blues is greater than the abyss
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The maternity hospital is the womb
The state of grace…departed too soon
Long forgotten...can’t resume
Not remembering is a tomb
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