If we are not prepared to say no to the unfair demands of those who would prefer that we fail then we are not prepared to win.
If we are not prepared to say no to the unfair demands of those who would prefer that we fail then we are not prepared to win.
Francis Anthony Govia
Freedom is overplayed.
Even amongst those of us who are free
Must live a life of modesty.
What is freedom
If man cannot control his desire?
The uninhibited among us
Will partake of his desire
Where the finest human dare not.
Crassness has its day until redemption comes
And all that it besots –
Rots!
If everything tall is consumed by fire
It burns itself to ashes.
So somewhere in the midst of this warrantless tolerance
Breathes new life
Soon fed by unvanquished springs.
Francis Anthony Govia
Look, there they are!
Across the Universe find
Paper Mache men and women
Devoid of all morality.
See them twist and turn in the wind.
Wet your finger with your tongue
And wag it in the air.
If you care
Follow that compass.
Come! Admire those who treat their fellowmen
With contempt.
Team with common thugs who rule by guile;
Those who speak of peace
But war is in their hearts.
Look! See them keel over
Idolizing currency.
Observe hands that are calloused from squeezing people.
Listen! Peruse the garbage
That is disseminated to our children.
Come! Let our freedom become slave.
Throng! Let those who are fascinated squeeze between the crowds.
Scream! Let the masses surge beyond the ropes to touch
For here come Royalty.

At the peak of its power, it was often said that "the sun never sets on the British Empire" because its span across the globe ensured that the sun was always shining on at least one of its numerous territories.
Francis Anthony Govia
For those of us who are concerned about a nation’s veracious appetite for war, let us be reminded that there was a time when the sun never set on a British Empire, and even that has become a thing of the past. All that are left of Rome are crumbling stones, and Greece is bankrupt. The “Ottomans” hope to reclaim the glory of the past by rebuilding a silk road between the East and West and raising their voice in geopolitics, but Turkey is more a vassal today than a master. And those who run our great country, the United States, are intoxicated with power, and would not let reason dictate foreign policy, but are inclined to bully and strong-arm a world of nations that are constantly evolving and shifting, with people who do not wish to be treated as if there are members of colonies. The elite have duped us in to believing that we are one of them, but in truth we live in a nation of separate and unequal. Men live in a world of the conscionable and the unconscionable. Irrespective of the nation where we are citizens, we are brothers spanning nations based on our standing in society within nations, or our empathy for others. The spring in the Middle East has demonstrated to us that the masses are asking for more, and they are not unlike us. This nation when it was founded, came out of many were one. But today, out of many we are many. They say we are a super power. They have no reason to listen to anyone – not even the voices of our citizens. Let Americans occupy the streets. We will be chased away, and gassed like the lowly Shiites in Bahrain, and many of us are dissatisfied with the indifference of our leaders. But still there is no reason for us to sit in gloom. We have to prepare to do something better. I have reason to believe with joy that voice that said to me when I was a child: “The longest road has a turn.” Be on the right way when that day comes. If there is not a turn in a road, it is going nowhere.
Francis Anthony Govia
In spite of all that are given to them, they who are easy to corrupt shall always demand more freedom. Those who are cultured should agitate for morality and fairness. Citizens of an advanced society should give more weight to morality and fairness.
The United States by every measure is hanging on by a thread to its First World status. Saddled by debt, engaged in wars on multiple fronts with a rising police state at home, declining economic productivity, and wild currency fluctuations all threaten America’s future.
The general designations of the ranking system for world status date back to the 1950s, and have included countries at various stages of economic development. Since the Cold War, the definition has come to be synonymous with repressive countries where a wealthy class of ruling elites segment society into the haves and have-nots, many times capitalizing on the conditions that follow an economic crisis or war.
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By Francis Anthony Govia
Perhaps the greatest sonnet ever written, and certainly my personal favorite, is “On his Blindness,”’ one of the fine works of the English poet John Milton. When I was a child, I happened upon that poem, in a book that had long since lost its appeal, and was tossed into a trash heap by its owner. At that time, no one thought about recycling paper, but for my curiosity, the book would have been incinerated.
The book was a fine one in its day. Its hardcover was stout, and red, and its spine, which was then tattered, had threads in it.
Inside of the book were the tell tale signs of something that had a taste for its pages, and all over, were tiny little round holes that were eaten through from front to back.
Thankfully, Milton’s beautiful sonnet was spared, along with a few notable verses by other great poets of the past like Longfellow.

John Milton (1608 - 1674)
I took this book home with me to feast on its pages, but in a more polite way than the creatures before me had done, and read the poems within it through the joys, and at other times, the sad days of my childhood. Nearly all of these poems have since left my memory, but not Milton’s. It has been an enduring part of my life; that along with the prayer of Jabez, and together, they once served as bookends in a very special space in my office in Manhattan.
Just about every Believer knows the story of Jabez. He was the one who was born in pain, who cried out and asked God: Oh, would thou bless me indeed, enlarge my territory, keep my hands from evil, and cause me no pain. Hence, God granted him his wish. But few it seems still give thought to, or mention, the wonderful sonnet of Milton.
Both Milton and Jabez cried out to God. Milton asked for light “to serve his Maker” which represents an opportunity to see, or a strength of purpose to give graciously. His aspirations are written more subtly than that of Jabez; whose intent is expressed with more directness. Both men, however, expressed fervor to do what appear righteous, or noble. Whereas Milton seemed resigned to wait in the end for direction from God, Jabez’s prayer is more resolute and urgent.
On days when ordinary men laugh in your face at aspirations that you hold so dear, it is important to remember the things that give you inspiration and form that closure. Today, I am in need of my bookends.
When I consider how my light is spent
E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light denied,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’re Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.

Francis Anthony Govia
There can be no more vexing insult to a man’s dignity and self-worth than to be rightfully in his home and to have another assert a more compelling authority over it than his. The law should be that when a cop enters a home, once a minimum of investigation has concluded that no crime has been committed therein, that that officer is a servant of the public, and as such, should have no more right to be in the presence of that home than a trespasser on the owner’s premises. Professor Henry Louis Gates Jr. of Harvard University was arrested in his home, and charge with disorderly conduct by Sgt. James Crowley of Cambridge Police Force during the investigation of a report of a break-in at the Gates home in Cambridge. Once it was discovered by Sgt. Crowley that such a criminal activity had not occurred, and that Gates was in his lawful residence, a good public servant would have graciously left the premises, and its master’s dignity would have been spared.