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Go Tell it on the Mountain (Honouring the 45th anniversary of Martin Luther King's assassination)

Mr Gee poet on April 11, 2013 18:14

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    Go Tell it on the Mountain
    (broadcast 06/04/13)
    I saw the falling feathers of an angel’s wing,
    And I wanted them tattooed upon my spine,
    Call me a scavenger or demonic thing,
    Who cares for names if I can fly?
    Who cares for names if I can rise?
    Beyond the frame of gazing eyes,
    Beyond the foot of this historic mountain,
    Which casts a haze upon my life,
    You know it’s impacting how I’m living,
    You know it’s exact & unforgiving,
    It traps my soul within a box,
    And holds a lock to my upliftment,
    I just wanna float away so high,
    I just wanna fade the colour lines,
    Fade the minimum wage & slavery,
    Fade the canons guns & knives,
    That I can escape the prison time,
    Escape the trips to courtroom trials,
    Rewind the school exclusions,
    When Daddy leaves & Mummy cries,
    Am I wrong to want to escape this plight?
    These angel wings give me insight,
    To levitate my mental state,
    & leave these shackles far behind,
    But falling wings leave scattered feathers,
    And I tried my best to just collect them,
    But they were spread oh-so far apart,
    To unite them all would take forever,
    So I gathered just what I could,
    Looked to the skies from where I stood,
    That I could leave behind this mountain,
    Behind this city, behind this ‘hood,
    Behind these streets, Behind these roads,
    Behind a past that leaves me cold,
    I’ll fly so high that they’ll never find me,
    And I’ll never go back to the days of old,
    But as I flap & flap & flap,
    There are no wings upon my back,
    There is no magical elevation,
    And my puppet strings are still attached,
    I raise my eyes up to the sky,
    Way beyond this mountain high,
    I look to the heavens to just ask why,
    This world won’t get off my back & let me fly,
    I’m stuck at the bottom with my regrets,
    With the single feather that I now possess,
    One day I’ll reach that mountain-top,
    But I’ll have to do it…. Step by step.
    (c) Mr Gee

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