Cups raised

Esoteric notions
trips home
cups raised
to be filled
by the Ancestors
those shoulders
of the mighty
who gifted
their children
the insolence
to get up
and push back
against the
Leviathan,
who would smother
the majesty
of humanity
for profit…
you of pen, you
are dutybound
to shout this
and reflect
our light…
sight gifted
by way of 3rd eye 👁
but the blind call it
demonic,
and thusly
we tender middle fingers
keeping on the path
as I am a Griot
with a task given,
no rest for the weary
so I warn my
people of
the storm coming
in codes
of gloriousness.

A reading with some background of said piece… ambient sound against a wall.

What the photo said echoed.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes

2 Comments

Vijay Srivastava says:

September 30, 2026 at 10:12 am

The true Griot does not merely speak of the storm; he awakens the sleeping conscience before it arrives. When vision arises from within, not every eye will recognize what it sees.

Let the pen remain fearless, but let its wisdom be greater than its anger. Truth needs no noise it becomes luminous when spoken with clarity, courage, and responsibility. 🙏

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