Sandyman

I’m a man of strength with an iron will

forge from hot liquid molten steel.

Yet I believe in love and compassion

thy God almighty tempers my reactions.

You can call me Sandyman your poet with

a plan, together we will stand when the shit hits the fan.

I see the unending toil of the Cambodian people

others claim the spoils as hardship grows deeper

Still, in their eyes, I see the light of hope they smile

their unyielding ability to cope is unlimited in scope

I know of their inner oppression

I chose not to respond to people’s Black Man aggression

My God hear the cries of the people,

thy Lord will choose the day of the oppressor;

that gathering storm will not be coming from the weather.

I will not concede before the greed of others

I will not condemn because my belief doesn’t coincide with an another

I will challenge aggression seeking to silence my voice

I will take responsibility for my choice

Published by Sandymancan