Change has truly come
The people have decided
To choose their leader
One who has led us
To look within ourselves first
To seek a purpose
We have grown through this
Momentous history ride
And waged a landslide
Involved we’ve become
In a process we once shunned
Our voices have won
We’ve defeated odds
Indeed we’ve shattered the glass
And broke barriers
But now is the time
For persistence to be bred
Once all the tears shed
Continue to tread
Through troubled waters ahead
We have just begun
For the change we seek
isn't merely victory
Now begins movement
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The Good, The Bad, The Jersey
Two more shot in Newark, a group decries city violence
Two men were shot yesterday afternoon in an apartment building in Newark's West Ward, not far from where activists were protesting a fatal Nov. 5 shooting.
Is marching against racism really the answer?
March is planned in support of Obama...
Barack connects in Jersey
Obama team taps two state leaders
Two men were shot yesterday afternoon in an apartment building in Newark's West Ward, not far from where activists were protesting a fatal Nov. 5 shooting.
Is marching against racism really the answer?
March is planned in support of Obama...
Barack connects in Jersey
Obama team taps two state leaders
Brick City Blues by: A. Pearson
In a city where negativity brews
the energies of frustration and desperation fuse
creating a loss for words, so much for the good news
ironically, I’ve seen Blood members singing the blues
In a city where time changes by the hour
one minute it’s calm, the next second tears shower
creating puddles of pain, the pavement receives flowers
while candles illuminate a situation that towers
Over a city where at anytime attitudes can ooze
into the cracks of rationality, when that happens we all lose
It’s created a monster, the cauldron pot stews
a mixture wicked in its intention, which path will we choose
In a city which is ours, holding historical power
though over the decades we became sour
where tasteless acts of rage devours
mind frames of young brains, change is about us.
*from Written Against Cultural Stagnation
the energies of frustration and desperation fuse
creating a loss for words, so much for the good news
ironically, I’ve seen Blood members singing the blues
In a city where time changes by the hour
one minute it’s calm, the next second tears shower
creating puddles of pain, the pavement receives flowers
while candles illuminate a situation that towers
Over a city where at anytime attitudes can ooze
into the cracks of rationality, when that happens we all lose
It’s created a monster, the cauldron pot stews
a mixture wicked in its intention, which path will we choose
In a city which is ours, holding historical power
though over the decades we became sour
where tasteless acts of rage devours
mind frames of young brains, change is about us.
*from Written Against Cultural Stagnation
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