Televised Poem by Maya Angelou
Televised
Televised news turns
a half-used day into
a waste of desolation.
If nothing wondrous preceded
the catastrophic announcements,
certainly nothing will follow, save
the sad-eyed faces of
bony children,
distended bellies making
mock at their starvation.
Why are they always
Black ?
Whom do they await ?
The lamb-chop flesh
reeks and cannot be
eaten. Even the
green peas roll on my plate
unmolested. Their innocence
matched by the helpless
hope in the children's faces.
Why do Black children
hope ? Who will bring
them peas and lamb chops
and one more morning ?
The plight of the deprived televised, may be for garnering sympathy for them, appears to be their mockery to the poetess who protests against this shedding of crocodile tears by the so called progressive society. A great poem indeed.
Yes, there are many children in other countries who are suffering from hunger, disease, displacement.The fact that black children are 90% used for money giving, is just a gimmick of guilt, for the stolen riches from the African people; and yes I am a believer in helping all children to rise.
So nice poem... nice feeling...10 In simple principle My place is among people
Maya Angelou was deeply distressed by the plight of black children.But she was not happy to make it a show on television as she thought it was not going to change their fate.Perhaps she thought these shows were making mockery of poor black children.
Those for whom humanity is written get nothing, their destiny never changes; Whoever writes s/he is awarded as the best writer and became a millionaire! Those dying hungry peoples are broadcasted on television to bring tears to the eyes of humanity they have to starve to death and those who broadcast become millionaires even with broadcast material advertisements. Earthlings like that//
Their innocence matched by the helpless hope in the children's faces. Why do Black children hope? ... The world is like this cruel
Muse of the Blacks! ! Musing along with things seen around. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The black children mourn because the white children have by force of arms stolen their peas by corrupting the black father and mother to give up their heritage. Now the black children are crying less and less because the black farther has faught a war to claim that heritage but the western main stream media think they can use the pictures into perpetuity. Nothing remains the same.
Why do Black children hope? Who will bring them peas and lamb chops and one more morning?
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4/23/2024 5:08:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this poem calls for sober reflections