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  • The power of the "word"

    Posted: October 16, 2009, 5:38 pm by cerealinabox

    Vowels, consonants,
    alphabet, syllables,
    words, phrases,
    sentences, paragraphs.

    stories told in prose,
    verses, poetry, beauty,
    said aloud
    spoken word.

    the date:Before time
    the artist: "The" artist
    sited on a throne of light,
    The universe is silent,
    eagerly waiting for a performance,

    deep breath,
    deep resounding voice.. shh! it's about to start.
    "Let there be light!!"
    the stage lights up in a daze!
    In the beginning was the word,
    the spoken word.

    the year: 63BC
    the place: Rome
    the republic is threatened,
    Cataline wishes to destroy democracy,
    tyrannize the people,
    sedition is rife,
    war and death are inevitable.

    Enter the artist; Cicero,
    The Place: Senate building,
    he takes the stage,
    the smell of death in the air,
    he speaks,
    4 speeches it takes him,
    to purge Cataline to the hades,
    Word, Spoken word.

    The year: 32 AD
    The Place: Ancient Galilee,
    an artist moves from village to village,
    moving souls, gig after gig,

    when he speaks, loaves multiply,
    he speaks, the deaf listen,
    he spoke, and changed the world,
    2000yrs on and counting,
    word, spoken word.

    Date: June 1772
    The place: London, UK.
    A judge named Mansfield sits in court,
    before him,R vs. Knowles exparte Somersett,
    the accused, a run away slave,
    the defendant, a beast who owns people,

    1772, history is made,
    Mansfield pronounces,
    "The back must be set free!"
    those six words,
    liberate a people.

    December 1959,
    Che Guevara is in Santa Clara,
    adressing students on the struggle,
    "The university should colour itself black,should colour itself mullato. It should paint itself in the colour of workers and peasants."

    April, 1964,
    the place: Cleve Land Ohio,
    The piece: The ballot or the bullet
    The artist: Malcom X
    A piece so moving,
    the artist is martyred.

    September, 1960.
    Kwame Nkrumah is in New York,
    addressing the UN General Assembly,
    "The great tide of history flows, and as it flows, it carries to the shores of reality the stubborn facts of life and mans relations. The flowing tide of African Nationalism sweeps everything before it, and acknowledges a challenge to the colonial powers to make a just restitution for years of injustice and crime committed against our continent."
    Dude, that's deep, deep spoken word dude.

    February, 11th, 1980.
    Cape Town South Africa.
    After a 27yr hiatus,
    an old man walks off the Robben island ferry,
    the weight of a countries expectations on his shoulders,

    The artist: Madiba,
    he steps to a mic and a strong voice bellows,
    "I greet you all in the name of peace, democracy and freedom for all. I stand here before you, not as a prophet, but as a humble servant of you."

    Cape Town is ablaze,
    a people celebrate a messiah,
    word my friend,
    spoken word.

    The date: Now
    The place: Here
    what shall they write you said?

    ...........CerealiNaBoX......©2009
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