Black Consciousness Poetry BCP


Time Travels - Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

The rate of consciousness lags behind time
It is time for our mind state to elevate
For time has always been ahead
Time travels first class
In the darkest minds of ignorance
Time takes its time to inspire a thought
Time travels silently
Unseen yet present in all moments of life
Time travels brutally to expose the core
Time has travel to this time before
A time When truth has become a distant stranger
Our humanity is in danger
In this times
It has become easier to tell lies to the
ignorant youth than speak truth to white power
In the final hour
Only time can save us from this war troops
Only time can expose their lies & reveal what
is truth
Though Some truths cannot survive many ages
They are written on the sand of time, when the
clock turns
memories fade with no hope to return
Men, women, children, each took a turn
To die
Time puts them first in line
In the beginning they were divine
Their face bear the mark of the creator
Today history marks them the victims of the
invader
Indeed nothing is hidden under the sun
When time travels, it must be leaving some
wisdom behind
It is time to feed the deaf, dumb and Blind
A time to put knowledge of self in the pot
For there was a time
When men with an inward inferiority put
whiteness in the same pot and polluted the
whole plot
Turned life into a murderous bloody sport
My military is bigger than yours contest
In that conquest
Our ancestors took bullets
Time took minutes
It is time for the brave to address
those minutes
For the children needs to hear it
Hurry up
Time has no time to be wasting time
It waits for no man
Time travels alone, no associates
That way only time can tell the tales of how
men were born royal
And died slaves
In the end they were last in line
It is dark before day
Struggle before birth
Black before white
Time to Wake up or sleep for a while

|Mufasa|

Topic(s) of this poem: african poem


Comments about Time Travels by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

  • Robert Murray Smith (6/19/2017 3:04:00 PM)


    All time is past. It travels in microseconds into the past. There is no present or future, Your poem lives in the past and there it remains.

    See my poem Past. You may come to the realisation that we are all humans and are related. It is pointless trying to stir up hate
    .
    When writing avoid cliches.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2017

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 30, 2017


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