In the Game of Life:Kyler Murray

In the Game of Life, Kyler Murray
By Ann WJ White, BA and MEd, Teacher of Children of the Rainbow.

https://whiteawjwords.com/2019/04/30/in-the-game-of-life:kyler-murray/

Why are men so afraid of a child grown to
adulthood because of the brown hues of his skin?
By the talent of his athleticism?
By the company he keeps with owners,
Coaches, schools, family members who stand in his shade
While he holds the Heisman over his head and beams.
Names that the white rich are afraid not to fear.

Young men who bear their talent to the competitions that enrich.
Men and women of brown, black, tan, golden and peach,
None the white that the cowards wear
In hoods and salutes, crazed by swastikas, but
Pulling the green from hands that are rank with fear
Who celebrate their wins with demands
That the enlightened should scoff and turn from.

Not to salute the evil that the sadist and bully
Demand at feasts and festivals, competitions,
Games of ball, games of skill, games of prosperity,
Games that pull us together in our pride.
This bully offers feasts of cold hamburgers,
Colder French fries, and yells his admiration of himself
From the top of his Towers and Hotels.

Football, Baseball, Top of the Draft of Each of the lists.
His trophy an honor of skill, mind, effort and time.
He’s not perfect this Kyler Murray. Facing such
Criticism as he has faced, as those of his hue have been
Condemned simply for color, he has spoken his piece
At fourteen and fifteen, has apologized for his now he is grown.

Arizona will cheer him as he dawns the red of birds,
The MLB and NFL will watch and cheer as well.
His name is Kyler Murray and he has played his life well.

Loneliness

I work in my garden, alone,
But for bees that communicate
Satisfaction with my efforts.

The neighbors whisper and watch,
Looking for an error, a stagger,
Never once caring for more than gossip.

I live alone in a house of people,
Never noticed, never seen,
The dust is my intimate friend.

I watch the sunset from my window,
Its golden light illuminating my
Loneliness, I wish and dream.

I had a friend once,
He as golden as the sun.
He left like all the others, without a storm.

He was beautiful, rich,
Filled with ideas to make the world better.
As my world collapsed in tears, he left.

Gold sunshine will return at sunset,
Not always there, but returning
To give me a kiss of hope.

The neighbors will talk, and
I will freeze Like a rabbit before the fox.
Let them talk, I am deaf to them now.