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POETRY

        

         I write poetry as a way to vent my anger against social injustice and political   crimes against humanity. The concentration required to write poetry helps me to divert my feelings and calm down. It somehow makes me feel that I am responding to the violation of evil by yelling at the devil in my rhymes. 

         I have been honored by requests to read my poetry at the Topaz Art Center in NYC and the Blue Door Arts Center in Yonkers. And it has been a privilege to read my poem “Trayvon Martin” at the Martin L. King Library in White Plains. 


Trayvon Martin

by Roslyn M. Rothstein

  

Just a teenaged boy

Carrying his candy

He was going home

Wearing a hoodie 

Just an ordinary hoodie

To protect him from the rain 


Walking on the sidewalk

An ordinary sidewalk

A regular sidewalk

He was going home


Out of the darkness 

Of an impoverished mind

Came the blindness of stupidity

Came the violence of evil


Not seeing the sweetness

Not seeing the innocence

 Not seeing the youth

Not seeing a hoodie

Seeing only a bull’s eye 

On a misplaced back


Seeing only black

Out of the shadows 

Driving in the dark

Came the gun toting stalker

Following, following

Watching, poor little Trayvon 

A scared teenaged boy

Targeted for nothing


Armed with the sidewalk

Weaponized with cement 

Poor little Trayvon

Dead on the street

He was shot to death

In a pool of blood

On his own sidewalk

On our sidewalk

He was shot to death


His crime? 

Being a black boy

Wearing a hoodie, 

Just an ordinary hoodie

Was walking home

Just walking home 


                 
                           

It could be kindness

by Roslyn M. Rothstein

  

 This poem is based on the very powerful and inspirational words, ideas and wisdom that my parents, Frieda and Solomon Mnuskin always espoused. 



It could have been a schoolhouse

It could have been a highway

It could have been a new way

It could have been a talk down

It could have been kindness


Instead it was a cruel word

Instead it was a murder

Instead it was a bombing

Without reason

Instead it was bloodshed

Always the bloodshed

Fighting without reason

Need another way


People are different

All very different

All want the same thing

Life without bloodshed

Life without fear

Life free of hate

A smile for the children


Billions of dollars 

Millions of lives

All blown up in bombings

Shredded happiness and tears

For oil, copper, diamonds, power and gold

Power for whom? 

Four hundred men

Singing and dancing 

At the feet of the golden calf

Praying, praying just for more

Getting money, money, money


Blackwater ruling

Enron ruling

Exxon ruling

Corporate rulings

Bribery for votes

Anything for votes


People are people

Flesh and blood people

Not heartless corporations

Bleeding us dry

Four hundred men

Taking us into depravity 

In their Mercedes chariots 

They send us into insanity 

To murder, to destroy

While the children starve

Dying on the mine fields

Orphans, from greed


Four hundred men 

Tell us stories and lies

So we will want to kill 

Strangers of no harm

So they can make another buck 

Another yen, a franc, a pound

Money, money, money 

Killing just for money

For oil, copper, diamonds, power and gold


Killings without glory

Killings without reason

Dead in our blood soaked rags

So four hundred men

Gain oil, copper, diamonds, power and gold


In their golden Lear jets

Filled with booze and delight

Flying high above us

Not seeing, not caring

How we live or die 

The sick, the infirm

The injured, hungry children

The poor, the aged

Can all just rot?


In their golden Lear jets 

They fly high above us

Not seeing, not caring

How we live or die 

Four hundred men all seeking power

Money and power

Can all go to hell!


We don’t need leaders 

Taking us into depravity

Into insanity to murder and destroy

We don’t need leaders taking us into hell


It must be a new way

It must be kindness

It must be a sit down

We can find a better way


It could be a schoolhouse

It could be a highway

It could be a new way

To the prosperity of peace

It should be children playing

It can be children playing

War an ancient nightmare

Reality must be peace! 

Kindness and peace!

 

                          


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