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Son of Trembling

Son of Trembling

The Sun will stop to shine
 Where trapped they do recline
Where they drink and dine
Yet, search, pine and repine.

Would Humane inside him stir
To forsake malicious flair
Has he conscience ever known
To He has he ever knelt down?

Where’s his mind or his heart?
Does he have the thinking part
To heed voice of he who cry
Or pain of victims who fly??

Has he known peace or sate
From when War was his mate?
To see another in pangs of strife
Does it grant mirth to his life??

Barking Gun; ditty to his ear
Ammo. a burden worthy to bear.
Petals Of (red) Blood, his flower
For, those who cringe or cower.

Monster trembling with rage
With a trigger-crazy entourage.
He may kill, blood may spill
One day he’ll pay the Bill!

Stop, think- Trembler go Home
Prodigal Son, you’ll be welcome.
Hand of Friendship not treason
Shake while still in season....

You deserve Peace and Love,
Forgiveness from He Above
They deserve Peace and Mirth,
They don’t deserve Dearth.

Return to senses and to the fold
Get out of the Dark and the cold
Get out of the gruesome Grove
Get into the Light of Peace!

You need Him; He needs you
Divided you fall, it’s quite true.
Let mad aggression cease
Before both of you decrease!

There’s no winner with a Sabre
Or Victor with face of a cadaver
Winner of all averts an Affray
Suppressing ire on a Bad Day!

Country has trees yielding table
Sit, talk live or via the cable.
Carpenters exist to curve a chair
Sit, talk, Rebel would you dare!

•	We are Poets, not Politicians. However, bear with me, oh dear Scribes, to condemn mournful events unfolding from my maternal homeland of Mozambique!
•	I write with a heavy heart, despite an extended hand to dialogue in the face of the sword of Damocles menacingly hanging. Hostility and intransigence is being allowed to carry the day.
•	Would I, Prometheus, (be) Unbound!


06th Nov’ 2013

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  1. Date: 11/20/2013 10:37:00 AM
    What can I say? This is just crazy good, and I expect no less from you, my friend :)

    Matose Avatar Joseph Matose
    Date: 11/20/2013 11:44:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for reading this poem. Friend, JM