Soup du Jour (translated,
Soup of the Day) – “Talk Soup”
Many are hungry, down right in starvation mode for a life
more full-filling. Everyone I pass by, I can over-hear their conversation;
it’s either on race, religion, politics, the privileged or the impoverished;
usually these subjects are taboo, but whispers in smoky carpeted country clubs
or dead-silence will no longer be the panacea to remedy our countries troubles
away.
There has been no other time in our history where so much
chatter, not conversation has taken place. Our current state of events in this
country has us more engaged in more dialogue than ever in our past, but we
still cannot find a meeting of the minds to set the course to a better world,
though we pride ourselves the leader of the free
world. How can we lead when we are
so far behind?
The airways are cluttered with the same menu item – Talk Soup. We have eaten this same old bland, re-heated,
and tasteless goulash, a hodgepodge of whatever gets tossed into the melting-pot;
and we are expected to eat it and be satisfied
- I am sorry America but we have to where the rubber meets the road, where it
gets the hottest and blow-out is sure to follow.
What we face in America today is a State-of-Emergency; people
who are malnutrition don’t work well and tend to be grumpy. Have you run across any cantankerous individuals
lately? I am sure you have, from both
sides of the aisle; frustrations from both the black, brown and white
community. Everyone is done! Where’s
your temperature thermometer, because we are fork-tender – we've been stewing for years!
God knows how to get to anyone, no matter their status. The Infinite
One knows how to get right where we
are. All are and have been affected in
one way another by the turn of the world’s events. We can try and shield our kids, but life will
find them, just as it found you and me.
There is no such thing as escape,
it’s an equal opportunity to learn to trust God for yourself or not; rather you
have a leg-up or not.
We all want an excuse,
“I’m black, I’m white, I’m this or I’m that; I’m too poor or even more amusing, I’m too rich; I caught the “Affluenza”.
Being rich has the same issues as being poor does – too much of anything can’t be good for
you. Having money can be just as
incarcerating, restricting and imprisoning as the lack thereof. The rich don’t have burglar bars but they are
still worried about someone breaking or hacking in to take what’s there’s.
When are we going to realize there is no getting off this
Earth, and that we are going to have to learn to live together in order to preserve
this race of humanity? Send rovers to
Mars, Jupiter and Venus all you want; there’s no Matt Damon happy ending
waiting for you out in the great yonder.
What you possess now, you will be leaving here when it’s your turn to
enter the upper or lower room. Oh, you don’t believe in rooms – you still
leaving; so what real good does it do you?
Does it add one hair to your head or to your stature?
Is it the Golden Rule that
we live by or the Golden Shower? People
are no longer willing to allow the powers-to-be to pee on us and telling us that it’s raining – better yet, it’s
trickling down to us.
We have lived off of soup
appetizers long enough. People want
to eat the same as anyone else; and sippin’ soup just won’t do – especially alphabet
soup – FBI, DEA, IRS, and CIA; all in place to keep this country policed, but
uh oh, pull your skirt down; we see you aren't working with anything but a talk game and aren't packing anything
that we consider to be jealous of you for.
We don’t wants what’s yours, we want what’s ours – Progress and Placement into the very society that sat and sipped
Mint Julips and Sweet Tea, while fanning themselves in the hot summer sun and
watched the niggas build them an
industry of capitalism, a country and a portfolio.
Sorry but we are all out of soup… Our knives and forks are
pitched and are beating against the table as we chant, “We want to eat and no
longer slurp soup and sip tea”, and that is our Business”. “We want the meat and potatoes, the meals
that stick to you” shouldn't we, or all we all just full of talk?