This was written for my ninth grade english anthology project. The criteria was to write a collection of poems on any “American” Theme in which I chose racism against the black race. Although I wasn’t African-American, I studied and understood enough to realize what they went thru, and I am Hawaiian (or mexican to some white people)enough to face the slightest amounts to what african-americans faced all those decades ago… well it actually still existed prominently in the 60s and such and still so today but…
Human Implosives is a sonnet (i think) reflecting the anger on both sides of the civil rights movement. Please note there is no message in this poem, it’s more like a narrative as do most of my poems.
Human Implosives
Keanuuakea Douglas
World forming to one man, willing and white,
On the white world, withering are the black
Like the victims of another attack
Similar faces starved from any might.
Fists ready for tomorrow’s fight.
Come the broil of their civil rights-
Angry-ghost hoods, fists garbed in black
And both eyes burning like the demon’s site.
What had this world don’t to become whites’,
That furious and irrational bliss?
To scapegoat their kindred of darker light,
That breed the weak strong in quivering fright?
By whose accord was a world to be this?-
If all was to be man’s power he miss.
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