QUEST FOR SILAS
A little note on growth
Was like a cottage for death
It sat high on the icy mountain
And had gifts for those who would dare to climb
She was ambitious
Much more confused
And she needed too many answers
She took permission from life
And she climbed
As she went high the tower of wits
She never looked down
But kept her eyes glued to the top
Through winter’s harsh snow
And summer’s tiring sun
She made her journey
Determined to find her Silas
Even in spring’s rain
In fall’s bad condition
She was desperate, not losing her sight
Spring brought in heaven’s cries
But she wiped her face and moved on
Sometimes she got lost in her own works
And even smudged her hands
But when she made the journey’s end
She entered her cottage and she slept like a baby.
PEACEFUL 80s
I speak of the days when I heard not of war
I yearn for the moments
When I had my first picture of peace
My stories were sweet
And my eyes had a bright blue colour
As at then there were no stabs on my chest
My mind was free
And I could fly like an eagle to the sea
My innocence got me a fairy god mother
Who hid me from the darkness of my world
I was glad to be at peace with myself
My nation’s children were not corrupt
And our notes were not inflated
We still had heroes and distinct voices
I dreamt to be a hero someday
Science had not taught us to hate
Now we are enslaved by power and wealth
Since then progress has ceased to grow
And now the milk is sour
Our lamps have been blown out
And buses resemble tins of death
I could trade my joy now to have the peace of the days
When I was born
But I can’t
For if you have no joy
Then what joy is it that you want to trade?
SOME OF US
Like the rest
We do not have a sequence
We just fall by the way side
And drop by the road
Because we are different
In our difference
We suffer, we ask, we question
We feel all that we already know
And we touch each other’s tail
We leave a sign
We are convinced that
There are facts in our lives we can never change
And there are things that will always be you
No matter how hard you want them gone
Yes you can cry and wail
You can buy a tissue or hire a truck
But we’ll still come back to the drive way
And catch the race
Maybe we win the tournament
But is it certain?
Aren’t we all?
In our differences lie the songs of our lives
The books of our days
And the time we walked this busy street…
TSUNAMI TODAY, VICTORY TOMORROW
Dear individuals of the East
Poor victims of the waves
Lost voices of the years
What pity I feel and pain I know
The bereaved are messed
Because nature has called
And the spirits of the sea are vexed
Did they need a sacrifice to be calm?
Could we have bought them with prayers?
Man’s best friend
Has become man’s worst nightmare
When it hugged those we wish here
And the closed doors we wish open
Depriving us of more memories from the future
I hope, we hope that today destroys not tomorrow
The heart of the jewel will be appeased
The trickery of the monster will not break us
We will rise above the water
Even if it takes our gold away
We will win
So as Tsunami was today
It has become history in the future.
