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Date Posted: 20:30:05 09/20/01 Thu
Author: By Peggy J. Meeks-King
Author Host/IP: 206.97.65.186
Subject: Of Black And Of White



TITLE: "Of Black And Of White"



© by Peggy Meeks-King
You can not see it, you can not touch it
but much like love you know its there "freedom"
fills the lofty air all around us everywhere!
I close my eyes and I go back to another place
and of another time.
When they could no longer hear the sweet bells
of Liberty chime.
Of black and of white is their tale,
a sad story that is told
of eyes that fill with tears when the POW flag is flown!
They were the ones to have their freedom taken
away it was a time of another day
far, far away.
Taken captive in that land all the freedom cast
aside, cast away.
Put in cells of the darkest gray
the floor was wet with dirt and bugs.
They had no dreams, they had no wishes,
only fear lingered there in that room of untold
gloom!
Sometimes they would fall fast asleep, a dream
that their heart would create and dream
that they were once again free and could walk
down a road and even to walk home to see
the face of mom and of dad.
Then they would wake from their sweet false slumber
and know it was only a dream and in fact
the gray walls around them were real and
"deaths counterfeit" had been a fake hope!
They had very little food to speak of there
and hunger can be a humans worst enemy.
Sometimes fear and hunger go hand in hand
with a game of who will win.
A prayer on each and every lip
please my god set me free!
This became an illusive dream there
The symbols they grew up with were no longer
to be found in that place.
The stars and the stripes of the red, white and blue,
that rainbow that appeared after a summer's storm
were all gone in that bitter space.
They were "Americans" freedom was all they had ever
known, it even dwelt deep within their souls.
The thought in the back of their minds that they may
never be free again was almost too much for
their hearts to bare.
Some would even lay on the damp cold
gray floor and wait for the next dream
to come their way and it would carry
them away to another time and to another day!
*A dream is a wish your heart makes when your
fast asleep a sweet song some would hear in
their ears at great times of pain
and sometimes being homesick was all
they could know.
And some would never talk of the days of black
and of white of the POW's fight.
But we knew they had been there in that place
it was a bittersweet light from their eyes,
a gray light that ask was we almost forgotten
in that space our freedom taken away from us
to keep America the land of the free?
A great land for you and me!

a poem to all POWs
(*one line was taken from a Disney song)
A dream is a wish your heart makes when you are fast
asleep in dreams you lose your heart ache,.
with help from Whitney Nicole Meeks my niece age 15

(you are not forgotten)




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