29 June 2010


As you wonder about life coming from the ghettos;
You see junkies and rock-head dwellers;
Survival of the fittest every day is a trail;
Youngsters growing up so innocent and fragile;
After submitting to the oath and the constitution with a crowd;
You would think you were a part of the unified nation feeling so proud;
But sometimes you are confronted with racism and the heirarchial chain of classism;
Blacklisted and placated with sarcasms and cynicalism, your feels became foreign;
The darker you are the bigger the problems;
Placed into the revelation of the biblical scriptures as soldiers reaching for the stars;
You noticed Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan, Pakistan, America, and Afghanistan;
All fill with vengeance, hatred, and resentment for their fellow men;
Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabs call the truce! World Peace... Stop the killing;
Machine guns, bombs, and tanks we are becoming endangered species;
Harmful to ourselves we are the products of our own absences shattered in pieces;
Since the beginning of time we have been in arms fighting;
losing lives while the Pentagon keeps rising;
We must remember that we are God's children;
The earth was never made to be ruled by one race;
To all colors and creeds that's who it belongs;
We crave lands, mansions, glitters, and golds;
Diamonds in Africa and oil under our control;
The world's natural resources and all its residuals;
But comes then the foes... We have to guard them with missiles;
Now we have become the most wanted;
Who will come and save us form our self-destructive vesssels?

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell
Copyright 2010

25 June 2010


Can you recall when the earth was your couch and the heavens your canopy;
beneath your feet rivers ran steep into streams of crystal like hormany;
From a picturesque height a beautiful landscape circumvents your anatomy;
The world of the sole creator expressed his covenant to those who he considered greater;
Higher than we, you were recon to be their elevator;
A single atom to them, you were endowed with emotions;
An overstanding of the inner and outer portion of the highest and lowest devotion;
The power of will and choosing became the attribute of your composition;
The ability to have mastery over your fortune and nature;
A liken to your own architect, we were the greater power of our initial intellect;
Having the privilege to be a vicegerent, we were blessed with the acts of pure fulfillment;
The Lord and owner of our own face, we became the reflection of grace;
Not understanding the reason for our existence, we were classified by our holistic pairs as being misfits;
filled with preconceived mischief;
Miseducated about the meaning of our being, they accepted our birth with every inkling faith;
with the trust of their hearts, all that they knew were good;
Thus they acceded and bowed down their angelic wings to fate.

written by Ricky Omar Mitchell
Copyright 2010