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.

Twitter

Twitter gives me hope for the world. Oh, there are the ranters and screamers, the yellers and haters, the inconvenienced and the shoppers, but it is a world of words. There are people who tweet for help when a pet falls ill, a parent dies, when expenses overwhelm and houses are up for foreclosure. There are comedians who make light of the world, mocking the situations that show an intolerance toward others. There are dreadful Christmas Carol titles that make me giggle. There are doctors, writers, book publishers, researchers, tourism promoters, contest holders, ball players, cats, dogs, kittens, politicians, and just plan old people trying to stay current on the news of the day.

It’s kind of like a circus, you get the best seats in the house and watch the performance of dancing ponies, acrobats, word wigglers, salesmen. You can order refreshments from the web advertised in short verse. The world series was twittered in all of its loves and hopes. And some of us sighed when the game was over. It’s okay, though. It’s all meant in the best of spirits.

People tend to speak about what matters most to them. What matters to me is keeping in touch with the outside. My front door stands between me and the broad wide world. I don’t tend to go outside much, I’ve been working on my book. But I’m doing the rewrite now and hope to meet an agent soon that might broaden my horizons. I also have a new car to cruise to the doctor and the store, which will give me some new insights into the world.

I’ll continue to follow the internet because I can find others with similar beliefs. That keeps me from feeling like a shut in. So go ahead and tweet, I’ll be here listening. And thanks for coming to visit my page when you can.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.

Ann WJ White