mark anthony st. rose

Rookie - 57 Points (11-03-1979 / trinidad)

Ghandi - Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Shall I sit like Ghandi,
and react non-violently
to the violence that tears
at my soul, my body, my race.
Must I continue to face,
the bullets that leave fingers
and nominates the dead
to be leaders of the dead.
Where coffin covers the land,
and values sink like the sand.
And love an expired commodity
found in arid hearts,
weather-torn, sun-parched,
but beaten still by an incessant rain
of self-hate and others.
So then like a yogi would I now sit
to meditate, masturbate and ejaculate the hate,
so that I …
I can be like Ghandi.

Copyright @2009 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, February 26, 2010

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