2 Poems by Ernie McCray

by Ernie McCray

A Message for Some Young Brothers Who Have Got Some Serious Thinking to Do

I’d like to say this to you

young brothers

who’re backing Donald J. Trump:

you’ve got some serious thinking to do,

especially about that point-of-view

you have that we African Americans

have nothing to gain

through politics.

Because, to tell you the truth,

if it wasn’t for the ballot box

in voting booths,

we wouldn’t have had a chance

to grab ahold of anything

in this country

anywhere near our due,

as this society has never ever,

even for a moment in time,

given us a single thing

that we didn’t fight for mightily,

and the struggle goes on

and we don’t need you out here

standing behind a man

who has lost his mind,

a man who has never

cared about us

at any time,

a man who would

just as soon have us,

in a sense,

riding, once again, at the back of the bus.

Hey,

the law had to make him

rent to us.

He owned casinos

that weren’t the least bit

welcoming to us.

He’s a disgusting cuss

who uses terms like

animalistic and lazy

to describe us.

He cuddles up

to White supremacists

who are threatening to us.

He whined and moaned

and made a big fuss

when the first one of us

sought the presidency,

claiming that he wasn’t

born in the country,

that, in that respect,

he wasn’t one of us…

And, there’s nobody

he’s been more hateful towards

or hostile to

than the younger ones among us,

as, back in the late 80’s

there were some teenagers who

were accused

of attacking and raping a jogger

in New York,

in Central Park,

something they didn’t do,

and your boy

took out ads in Big Apple dailies

demanding that the death penalty

be reinstated

so these young soul brothers

could either

fry in an electric chair

or get shot up with a lethal injection.

And you want to help this man

win an election?

If you really do,

you truly do

have some serious thinking to do

because your people

and all of humanity

need you

to play an active role

in not letting him become president –

ever again.

Think of it as keeping alive

the fighting spirit

our ancestors

set in motion

from the moment

they landed on these shores,

launching the first steps

in the direction of our desire to live free.

So, get it together

my young brothers

as the victory hasn’t

been won.

You’re the generation

in our journey

that’s been called on to

save a democracy

so we and everybody else can

keep on keeping on

and pass the baton on

to future generations

in their quest for a better country,

a better world.

And the sooner you get started the better.

***

I Want a President to Exemplify Human Decency for My Progeny

I was looking

at a picture of my grandson, Lyric,

taken a few years ago,

and I began wondering

how anybody

who had someone in their life

who is as innocent and precious

as he is,

could ever even think, for a moment,

about voting for someone like Donald J, Trump,

because what I want for him

is a president

who is

truthful and honest,

because Lyric has been taught

not to lie and cheat,

a president who doesn’t

point fingers at others as the blame

for his wrongs

because Lyric is expected

to own up to his misdeeds,

a president who would never

mock and disparage

or lord it over their fellow human beings

or show any animosity

towards people

of other races

or ethnicities,

because in our family

the word is

one shouldn’t make fun of people

and rather than look down your nose

at someone,

as though they’re beneath you,

treat everybody

the way

you want others

to behave towards you.

It’s all about being nice

because as an old adage says:

“Kindness is the language

which the deaf can hear

and the blind can see.”

So, I simply want a president for Lyric

and his generation

who exemplifies love and human decency.

And it’s obvious

who that is

in this race for the

country’s presidency:

Kamala Harris.

Yes, indeed!

Author: Ernie McCray
I was raised in a loving and alive home, in a black neighborhood filled with colorful characters in Tucson, Arizona. Such an environment gave me a hint that life has to be grabbed by the tail as tight as a pimple on a mosquito's butt. With no BS and a whole lot of love. So, from those days to now I get up every morning set on making the world a better place. On my good foot*, and I hope my writing reflects that. *an old black expression

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