Uncertain
Of the journey
we now take
From the stench of impending death
To a land that smells free
So we may have
a future
Uncertain
As our new land
Reeks in as much fear
As the land we left
Yet the fear is of us
Taking and not giving
When all we want
Is love and assistance
Uncertain
As in the land we left
And the land we’re in
We are the ‘other’
Instead of sisters and brothers
Trying to live our lives
Which due to bile and hate
Have an uncertain future
This poem was published nearly three years ago and I’ve decided to reproduce it here.
I’m sitting
on a park bench
seeing nature’s skeletal frames
all around me
And I’m smiling
as I see you
lying on a blanket
of nature’s shredded skin
You’ve a radiance
that surrounds you
and keeps me warm
despite the cold
And your splashing
of nature’s skin
reminds me of your love of the pool
You’re also floating
in the water
on your back
On your back
is where I next see you
Floating between life and death
The cadence of your beat
helping my comfort
then bleep….
A watery film obscures my vision
and I close my eyes
When they open
my vision’s returned
but you have not
and the pile you played on is undisturbed
Just like my memory of you
My darling sunshine
Melting
like an ice cream being dragged
by gravity’s pull
down the side of its cone
is how I see
the side of your face
The rest of you
is prostrate and sniff
as though you’re in the midst
of sleep paralysis
Aware of your surroundings
But unable to move
‘Don’t be scared’ you say
when you see my face
frozen with fear
Yet the fear can not be helped
when the movement of your mouth
resembles the dying breaths of fish
when they are out of their comfort zone
At least you’re in your comfort zone
with an amphitheater of loved ones
surrounding your bed
while you recover from this
sharply struck yet insidious
attack on your body
It feels like 10 hours
But it’s only 10 minutes
I stay in that room
I exit it slowly
but swiftly
then leave the house entirely
It’s the last time I see
your physical being
I next see you
encased in pine
as you are lowered to the ground
and your spirit travels beyond the sky
Labels prejudge people
they constrict thought
put people into boxes
and should be ignored
A rich heart and soul
improves mental health
so don’t follow others
but be your true self
Don’t run nor hide
be proud of who you are
as being your own person
will take you very far
Don’t walk a worn path
but create your own
choose to be unique
and not someone’s clone
So live life to the full
be who you want to be
as by only been yourself
you will truly be free
Hailstones of fire Rain down on land Injuring or killing Any child, woman and man That’s in their way
Their path of flight Despite what some say Doesn’t discriminate Just disseminates Both destruction and the oppression Of innocents just wanting to live their lives
They say they’re defending land But how can one defend what’s already occupied And how can the world Stand idly by while this massacre takes place before our eyes
But Palestinians are seen as easy blood by governments worldwide Their causalities simply statistics to who accepts this genocide
And these innocents can’t escape as they’re BLOCKED By a surrounding wall BLOCKED By their Palestinian passports
So they’re stuck where they’re at As the bombs are fired again When will someone condemn this and demand the slaughter ends?
In my darkest days
All I felt was pain
And the end seemed close in sight
But no one can destroy
This new feeling of joy
And well as my love and light
My dad brings me glorious wings that I use to make my escape
But I fly near the sun and my wings are now gone So I fall and await my fate
What are these so called values That Gove has chosen to name When values are always evolving and aren’t governments to claim
Do these ‘British’ values see people live on the street and families who parents both work struggle to make ends meet
Do the promotion of these values Justify the cuts to care And make it harder for those in need to try and claim welfare
Are they designed to make us proud of our culture and nation Or are they just a method of jingoistic indoctrination
Cameron states that one value is respect for the rule of law Yet his cronies have brought in statutes that have increased percentage of poor
Gove wants democracy, tolerance and respect as values taught But how can this be when screams of the despaired are repeatedly ignored
See the problem with these values that they’re trying to promote is that while we’re expected to live by them chance they’ll do same is remote
So until MP’s live by them and in their mindset they have reached They should just stay silent and to us they should not preach
Every night she hears wails That refuse to cease As her house Is on a burial ground And the screams are the deceased!
Shackled
By chains created by
plutocracies and society
at large
By dogmas
that sentence us
to a prison
without visible bars
Chained
By school systems
that made intuitive minds convicts
By expected norms
that restrict our abilities
and endless possibilities
By mundane jobs
which most don’t like
which benefit our bosses
more than us
Yet we are suppose
to be grateful for
Incarcerated
are the disabled
and the homeless
and anyone else who’s vulnerable
By policies
laws
and language
Designed to confine people’s minds
to parochial paradigms
and prohibit
its divergent thinking
Making those in need
seem greedy
and those who are greedy
seem needy
But most people aren’t aware
that they’ve been sentenced
and think they’re out
on parole
By time released
they’re handcuffed by this system
They’re in physical
and emotional debt
And are shackled by regret
of not knowing
their sentence sooner
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