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By what sends
the white kids
I ain't sent:
I know I can't
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
And that cannot stop their tears.
I had eight birds hatched in one nest,
Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.
I nursed them up with pain and care,
Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party's over.
Since three o'clock I've done my best
To entertain each tiny guest. My conscience now I've left behind me,
I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and histories,
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.
Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva's night,
All things within this fading world hath end,
Adversity doth still our joys attend;
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,
But with death's parting blow are sure to meet.
The sentence past is most irrevocable,
Epigraph for a Child of the Holocaust
by Michael R. Burch
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Once there was a girl who was brought into the world
She was the youngest of 4, her 2 brothers and sister taught her much
The children had a mother and all shared the same father
When this girl was three her daddy went away
All our children are royal
All our children are special
Give them our love and protect them
Create stability and security around them.
Children killed in war
Children sexually abused
Children suppressed manipulated
Children lost and confused
They are grown men and women
They, however, behave like little children
They lack personal responsibility
They suffer from self absorbed irresponsibility
Nonti Nzimande died long, long ago
Yet his children still live.
Generation after generation, they live on;
Death comes to the children of Nonti
And the children of Nonti cry but won't panic
And there is survival in the children of Nonti.
Poverty swoops its deathly wings. But tough,
Strong and witty are the children of Nonti.
The wet rains fall. The roads become like
The marshed rice paddies of the Far East;
And on these desolate roads there is song
Song in the Black voices of the children of Nonti.
The bride does not hide her face under the veil;
The maidens dance near the kraal
Dance before the ‘make it be merry' eyes
Of the elders. The elders joshing it
On their young days.
There is still free laughter
In the children of Nonti.
An ox drops to the earth, then another;
Knives run into the meat. Making the feast
To be bloodfilled with Life.
The old, the dead, are brought into the Present
Of continuous nature in the children of Nonti.
Got to be a respecting with the children of Nonti.
When a daughter has brought shame
The women show anger; not wrath.
And the illegitimate born is one of
When a son is charged by the white law
The children of Nonti bring their heads together
In a bid to free one of the children of Nonti.
There are no sixes and nines be one
With the children of Nonti. Truth is truth
And lies are lies amongst the children of Nonti.
For when the summer takes its place after the winter
The children of Nonti rejoice
And call it proof of Truth
Truth reigns among the children of Nonti.
Sometimes a son rises above the others
Of the children of Nonti. He explains the workings
And the trappings of white thinking.
The elders debate;
And add to the abounding knowledge
Of black experience.
The son is still one of the black children of Nonti
For there is oneness in the children of Nonti.
And later, later when the sun
Is like forever down;
Later when the dark rules
Above the light of Truth
The black children of Nonti will rise and speak.
They will speak of the time
When Nonti lived in peace with his children;
Of the times when age did not count
Above experience. The children of Nonti will stand
Their grounds in the way that Nonti speared his foes
To free his black brothers from death and woes;
They shall fight with a tightened grip
Of a cornered pard. For they shall be knowing that
Nothing is more vital than standing up
For the Truths that Nonti lived for.
Then shall there be Freedom in that stand
By the children of Nonti.
Truthful tales shall be told
Of how the children of Nonti pushed their will;
And continued to live by the peace
The peace that Nonti once taught to them.
More or less here not long ago there were some children
three or four children more or less right there
There must have been children there's so much sun
I have come to realize
Children will be children
That is the naked reality
That is the plain truth
From a hygienic street to Oscar the Grouch living in a recycling bin, Sesame Street today has changed from what it used to be. The gritty streets back in the late 60s when it first aired are gone; replaced by a glossy looking street, housing both original and new characters that don't quite have so many issues or the characteristic slowness many of the characters had. And it's not just the characters or the looks of the streets that have changed, it's the topics addressed, and the change in audience. The Sesame Street back in the late 60s has become increasingly more gentrified with its mellowed down characters, topics addressed, and its switch from PBS to HBO.
When Sesame Street first aired, many characters had their own quirky issues. A notable example is Oscar the Grouch. His first words on the show were: "Don't bang on my can! Go away! " ('Sesame Street Episode 1') This sums up his character all throughout the show: a grumpy Muppet with nihilistic views and an attitude that fits his namesake 'the Grouch' perfectly. A less notable example who is later removed from the show is Lefty the Left Salesman. This Muppet was known for his shady deals he always made to Ernie; approaching the latter with a secretive air around him. When reaching Ernie, he looks around, as if the police are after him. Nowadays, he can be interpreted as a drug dealer, as his actions appear dubious, but then again, nowadays, he doesn't appear anymore. However, while his Grouchiness still remains in the show, Sesame Street today focuses its attention more on certain Muppets to make them more familiar to children as they see their faces each week instead of an entire ensemble of characters. This group of characters consists of the younger Muppets, such as Elmo, Abby Cadabby, and Cookie Monster (Jusino, Teresa) . It's understandable why they want to have a consistent set of characters each week, but their large cast of characters is what set Sesame Street apart from the other children's shows. There are many characters that have their own idiosyncrasies, and to focus mainly on younger characters to appeal more to the children mellows the show, because now it turns into just any general children's show that strives to teach kids with its own minimal, stock characters.
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