Friday, September 24, 2010
I just want to be,
Not in love, not in a commitment,
Just contentment,

I just want to be,
Not your lover, not your husband,
Just your friend,

I just want to be,
Not your thoughts, not your heartbeat,
But a shoulder if you shall ever need me,

So free me of your demands,
Exempt me of your expectations,
And honor my sincere plea,
To just let me be.

By Jonathan Anu
When a man hits rock bottom,
He thinks the devil got’em,
Magnifying his insecurities,
So he can drown in his problems,
Swimming in the sea of solemn,
Until he is washed to the shores iniquity,
Where friends turn to enemies,
Where there’s no liberty,
No sun,
Only darkness, in the dungeon where his soul screams in captivity,
He is his own misery,
Fighting his self for his sanity,
Using profanity,
To numb the blows to his pride,
Too weak to realize that he can rise from his destruction,
Reclaim his dignity,
Flee from further iniquities,
And begin to run; run until he smashes into the arms of God,
So his brokenness can be healed,
So his spirit can be redeemed along with his self esteem,
Ambition and strive,
His will to live, is his honor to give, his life to stay alive
So if there is a next time,
When a man hits rock bottom,
He should know that God’s got’em,
To see him through the storm,
And love him pass his problem.
I am over capacitated with your lack of care for the quality of human life,
Pensions over people cut the tension with a knife,
This is not a fluke, and I am not a coward by far,
So consider these words as a declaration of war.

No jobs, no insurance, no opportunity, no endurance,
But plenty reassurance,
That help is on the way,
but that’s hard to believe when there are thousands are hungry where I stay,

Where my people are sold dreams and wake up empty handed,
Stranded in a sea of misfortune,
Oppression and extortion,
Praying for the abortion, of your seed of terror,
That you planted in our lives,
That led generations to their demise,
I despise,
Your capitalism,
Your public school system,
And your government assistance is making welfare victims,

Lives are being ruined because of your selfishness and greed,
Cut back on military spending,
And maybe there will be funds to get what we need,
Like better schools and medicine for the ill,
More grants for businesses,
And redevelopment where we live,
And it will, bring more employment,
Start healing the wounds of pain and torment,
From living in day by day trauma,
The drama,
Makes the summer ten times hotter,
And the winter even colder,
No one to help,
No one to even lend a shoulder,
To lean on,

So until then,
We aim to win
I’m busting bullets on the front line with my prophetic pen,
Dropping these verbal bombs because we are tired of being patient,
Invading your camp, exposing your whole operation,
We fighting for liberation,
The elevation of degradation,
Now it’s a dilemma that you’re facing,
Our emancipation or this war declaration.