Kanye and the tools of ignorance

four hundred years...sounds like a choice,
a master of ignorance owned his voice,
and I can feel the moans of souls

that prayed and wept, tried and died for this day
when their children could be so blithe
and ignorant of pain

So I speak, as one that honors the past

there is yet
the unbroken circle of me to thee
your broad backs that lifted me
above the chains, and let me see
the horizon, the human victory
when a Slave master's words of liberty-
a shell of worlds born empty-
until you breathed it...to life 

for  readers - many are from other cultures and nations than the US, can use  a road map to  the ideas in this piece. 

1. The main idea here is that a well-known Black artist joined with Trump and  at about the same time denounced the idea of African slavery as a choice by the slaves-- they wanted to be slaves.

Chattel slavery was a global criminal enterprise based on murder,kidnap, torture, rape and false imprisonment. For centuries, millions of Africans were worked to death- for billions in profits. 

2. The Slave master's words refers to Thomas Jefferson author of the Declaration of independence

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal..."

3. "tools of ignorance"  is a phrase that I credit to Bill Dickey, catcher for the NY Yankees. There is disputes about the origin of the phrase but no dispute that Dickey said it, and that he was a great Yankee.
© an hour ago, H. D. Moore   

the meaning of a day

The celebration of Mother’s Day

Has faded into a feeling

No longer the impatient rush to gifting

To brush aside- the many lost chances to show

The Godliness within, a small gratitude

For a great gift; the present is consumed by moments

She bent to lift her child- grown and grown distant

But never far from her dearest thoughts.

Truly it is a feeling now, connected

like the jigsaw of bricks in a wall

and the meaning of a day- Mother’s Day

grows as time plants new seeds in fresh furrows

I remember a season of Love,

And the way she made an eternal Spring

overtones

listening--
some moods rise like tides
pulled to obey the moon
and  attend the  constant beauty
of her changeling face 

it can be in the descant fills
between the meaningful lyrics and my memories
it's more than  ascendant major chords
the overtones and sure rhyme end --no,
it is the space it made
and left...with you