Silencers

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Shots are fired
hear the frightful screams,
another man has been gunned down.
Police cordoned off the scene to repel the curious looking crowd.
The sad faces stare,
while others whisper in disbelief
“at this hour of the day god don’t these killers sleep.”
The police asking question,
“has anyone saw what happened or knows the person laying dead?”
In the ghetto there’s a code of silence,
even if you know you better not tell,
that’s if you value your head.
And if you were to tell,
you might just be the next person to be shot dead.
Why tell if its going to cost you your life?
The police can’t protect you in the day,
not to mention at night.
The informer must die syndrome is forever embedded in our culture.
For in the ghetto ,
almost everyone you know is a silent vulture waiting to see you dead.

~Xavier Frazer ©

Jamaica Woes

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It’s playing on the radio
Broadcasting on the news,
Surfing social media
on all the avenues,
What’s happening to us,
have we lost some screws?

Murder murder
kill kill,
seems to be the order of the day,
Can someone please tell me what’s happening to little Ja?
Is this what we really want?
No joy,
no laughter,
no place for the children to play.

These hoodlums roaming the streets,
itching ,
willing to spray,
No matter the time of day.

Oh father bless this land,
guide and protect our little nation,
Cause it seems hopeless in this ongoing situation.

Where’s the positivity,
love and conscious vibration,
Come on people let’s centralize and socialize,
so that we can heal the nation.

~ Xavier Frazer ©

Half-Hearted

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Don’t be offended with what am about to say
let me apologize first,
‘I am sorry’,
for i am going to say it anyway.
When you look around and you see all that’s happened,
It puts one’s mind in a trance,
where your like, what the hell is really happening?
The bad-man mentality is messing up the streets,
Nothing is how it used to be,
These young and old dudes running around causing mayhem.
Maiming,
killing their brothers,
sisters and the children
just to brag about it
Whats up with that?
Now the table has turned,
your cards played
its not the joker,
cause really the jokes on you.
Crying like babies,
Why? Is it because you don’t want to die,
Or perhaps go to to prison?
you expect me to feel sorry for you? Well guess what?
I am not.
so your out of luck,
There’s no casting of spells or making wishes at wells
Yet, you continue to walk the  path, which leads straight to hell…
Why act so senseless?
Aren’t you tired of being reckless….
Karma is alive and out for retribution,
so when she gets you,
there’s no absolution.

~ Xavier Frazer ©

Price Paid

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My,
Your,
Our ancestors were hunted, captured, shackled, beaten, bondage, shipped across the Atlantic, and lest I forget – shacked together like tinned sardines,

After being robbed of it,
Their freedom wasn’t given back to them on a silver platter.
Instead our ancestors had to fight for that which they once had, before they were enslaved.

Oh and did they fight,
As the fight rages on,
blood and sweat was never scarce, for it was in as much abundance as their tears.

My,
Your,
Our ancestors fought for our emancipation and independence. Without them we wouldn’t be who / where we are today.

Yet much appreciation isn’t shown: instead of standing proud and tall, some of us still continue to walk mentally enslaved.

~ Xavier Frazer©

Silence

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I sit in silence, day and night. Lost in thoughts of fear and fright.

Wondering what’s next? Who’s next? Are questions echoing through my brain.
Trapped in a lifeless void filled with sorrow and pain,
Still the questions remain.

I am as scared as a child, that has seen a ghost. And as night turns to day I have seen the most.
Startled by all the madness happening in the streets.

You hear the screams and see the tears of grief, no amount of condolences can bring back the deceased.

I sit in silence, day and night. Lost in thoughts of fear and fright.

              ~ Xavier Frazer©

Save Our Souls (SOS)

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I sit at the cliff’s edge
staring at the ocean
which leads to the distant Red sea.
Through the howling winds and crashing waves
I can hear the cries of thousands of children in fear.
As they embark on this treacherous journey
of a ongoing nightmare.
No drinking water in sight
faces filled with fright
try has they might
they cannot fight
the hunger that strikes.
They wail and weep
terrified to sleep
For if they do they may end up in the tide’s grasp that places them barren at the shores feet.
Don’t you hear them crying? Their plights for help!
Are our hearts so harden that it makes some of us deaf?
Deaf to the cries of the migrants in the west.

~ Xavier Frazer©

Jamaica Cries

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Just seeing her cry,
brings tears to my eyes.
No matter how much we try to console her,
she still continues to cry.

Somehow it seems pointless to try,
for she will never stop.
She weeps like a mother, daughter,
sister and a friend.

Why does she cry?
no one seems to know, since you’re still contemplating,
I will tell.

As the days go by she loses a child.
They go by the one’s,
two’s, three’s
and lately by the four’s.

She weeps in agony alone,
as she tries to come to terms at the rate in which her children are being slain.

Let’s help her to reattain her glow,
that she so often shows,
which the outer world has come to know.

You’re listening, but you don’t seem to hear,
Jamaica is crying.

Yes, Jamaica cries!

~ Xavier Frazer©

Faces of Paradise

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I love the immense beauty of this island I call home,
from its flora to its natural aroma
Mouth watering foods with delectable taste
White sand beaches
neighboring to rivers
and mountainous springs.

Native to diverse musicians
entertainment scenes,
Theatrical arts that evoke smiles between roaring laughter’s,
Even the iconic cultural spots  appeals to tourists,
Home to the only living legend Usain Bolt
I love this fascinating place.

Like a twist of fate where positivity lies,
Negativity thrives.

In the harbor of monstrous murderers, predatory rapists and despicable robbers
To think that was enough,
here comes extortion
the nuisance coupled to corruption,
Which is strongly tied to political deception.

Not much hope for the youths,
So they end up becoming cold hearted brutes

Sad to say,
This is the reality of the paradise I call home.

~ Xavier Frazer ©

Black Flags

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In the streets of Kingston
there’s no fun,
While its fury burns hotter than the sun.

When you walk these streets
you have to be discreet
For if you’re too talkative
You’re bound to be obsolete.

The decorative patterns of the environ,
are not your usual decor
When on the streets at every corner
The light poles are draped with
black flags as a banner.

They are used by the mourners, a symbol of the loss of loved ones.

Even the whisperer’s whisper,
for they fail to understand,
The black cloth tied to one hand.

While the black flags sway,
there’s still so much to say,
For the truth of the message is yet to be conveyed.

~Xavier Frazer ©


BLACK LIVES MATTER!

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Listen quietly
Do you hear the sounds?
Sounds of people shouting that their lives matter
Whose lives matter?
Black lives matter!
Screams of racial profiling
And hate crimes against us
We are seen differently
Why is that so?
Is it because our complexion is darker than snow
We are not targets and by history you should have known
A far back we can go and it will show that we are the victim’s not the aggressor’s.
Why do you hate us?
My generation doesn’t know
not even the ancestors before us know
All black men are judged!
If they don’t wear a suit and tie
most of us are not even seen in the public’s eye
The rest of us are only heard and spoken of when we die
Somehow it seems like we are back in Jim Crow’s days
when we
as blacks
are hunted as preys
We are no longer slaves
so why does Modern Colonialism continue to widen its pace?
History has a funny way of repeating itself
somehow it seems like racism is slowly but surely retaking its precedence
Today in the land of the brave and the home of the free
black lives are cut short on a scale of one too many
You read it in the paper
you see it on the news
even the Land of Wood and Water is feeling the same blues
All this senseless killing needs to stop
not just at a certain degree,
So I say to you whoever you may be
black lives matter!

~ Xavier Frazer©