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By Ombuge Moses
You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you lay
You sleep on a crack ground
Your cry is echoing
My ears cannot stop
My tears cool my cheeks
My face is running dry
You sleep in a crack ground
Forever never to see you again
Mama has followed you
Death has come
It’s so helpless
Who to run to
They promised food
They brought food
They promised water
They brought water
We need food
We need water
We are dying of hunger, of thirst
Who will take care of me the orphan?
Will I die before the next food come?
Will I die before the next water come?
Will I die like Baba?
Will I lay helpless to death like Mama?
I cry indeed
Not In want
When they saw us dying
They brought canned food
When they saw us dying
They brought bottled water
This is a customary issue, problem
Death of hunger
Thirst to death
The solution is death, for me
For you, solution- canned food, bottled water
We need a source
Give us a water source
To plant the seed
To eat from our labor
Weeding, Oh! How is it done?
Irrigating the plant
Nurturing the crop
To live to see a generation
A healthy life
An ordinary way to live
You sleep on a cracked ground
You sleep in a cracked ground
Dead, you are gone
I your son,
Tonight, I sleep on a cracked ground
If I see tomorrow, I will bury you Mama
I will water your grave Baba
If they give me a water source
Bottled one, I will quench
The thirst that killed you Mama
Use the source to irrigate
Plant a seed, to grow food
A healthy mind
Never to sleep
A cracked ground
God, to guide
A Kenyan, for a generation
Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook
God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.
The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.
Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.
Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you look around, checking.
Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating.
Screaming for help. . . no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping.
Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing.
Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?
The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million
If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts
If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security
What's on the Cover
by Amy Swanson
"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said -
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.
Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.
Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.
She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.
She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.
She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.
She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.
Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.
Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.
Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings
of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.
She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize
she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.
She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.
This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.
If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.
Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship
the DING has sure been taken out of the
rama dama ding dong
No ones home, the juries out
G-d is dead?
Shell, Chevron and Texaco
have reduced the life expectancy of people in the Niger delta
to 50 years ......
The Oil companies are fracking the hell
out of the water table ....from here to Canada and back
and guess what..then they can up the price of
BOTH oil and FRESH? water??
Who are the bell ringers [Ask Jessica Ernst how the water is in her well?]
Where are the bell ringers [hmmm, Canada?]
[Strangled in the nooses of corrupt governments]
DO say! Do doubt! Do think....
Take a whistle blower home for dinner!
Blinded by the stars [lulled into limbo by Flamingo dancers]
living vicariously ..voyeurs
peeping through the key holes of arse-holes
Pull yourselves UP..OUT, declare COMMIT
re-remember what it means
to have YOUR WORD mean something
re-remember what it means to be a friend.
Free yourself, for no one else will.
Fallacies RING true to the disempowered
there DONGs removed, their clappers plucked
Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll was the mantra
of MY age, and HELL NO I WON'T GO
our calling card.
*Thank you to my muse and friend Rueben O.
for inciting this ancient ding-dong :)
Please read his excellent write [Didn't Don't]
What you see through your eyes is no suprise at all.
You don't seem mesmorized when you see something as beautifull as a water
You see what is merely there and look on without a care.
That's not what I see through my eyes. I see the waterfall as something of
As it crashes against the rocks it rattles in my ears like thunder.
There's more then just the water falling.
You can't hear Mother Nature calling?
I used to think that I was strange for what I saw with my eyes.
Now I see it's a gift that never dies.
You'll never see what I see and I can't for you.
Just trust me when I say the love I see and feel is nothing but true.
I used to hate what I saw, being so different, and gave nothing but sighs.
Now I thank God every chance I think about it for my unique and searching eyes.
Every one veiws thing differently.
Remember this and respect other
Water, as most of you will know,
has the chemical formula H2O.
Now this essential liquid is, as well,
in its natural form, devoid of smell,
and also in its pure state,
it's clear and clean and really great,
for keeping living things alive,
as without it nothing can survive.
Yes it really is such magic stuff,
because without it things are really tough,
and it often makes me stop and think.
each time I pour myself a drink.
What would I do if it all dried up?
Turn on the tap, but an empty cup!
Nothing from the pipes emanating,
panic, as I'm not used to waiting.
This is not how it is for me,
I live where rain falls frequently,
and I can drink, shower and bathe too,
as often as I'm wanting to.
But in other parts it rains only rarely,
and people there, well they can barely,
find enough water for their needs,
to drink, to wash, to nurture seeds.
For them life is infinitely harder,
they've learned to live with an empty larder,
and simple hygiene is so hard to achieve,
when the detritus of living, they have to leave,
lying, rotting, stinking on the surface all around,
polluting any water source in the ground.
Because of the extreme poverty of these 'others',
on my TV screen I have seen the faces of the mothers,
whose children died because there has never been
access to water which is drinkable and clean.
Yes, something that we take for granted,
because we were born, where we were planted!
Even though at this time of year it is supposed
to be a time forpeace and goodwill with happiness
and goodcheer is that really
something we see clear.
People may do their best to forget the troubled
times with their pain and distress,
to join in the festive fun and enjoy the
Should it be just once a year that we
make a special time to share with
our loved ones so dear.
Ofcourse we can do this through-out the year
make it a time to get together and build
on our relationships with others as we
strenghthen the bonds with sisters,Fathers
Brothers and our Mothers.
December 25th is not the birth of Christ it
is just a Mere Myth so why people
celebrate this certain date is something
for others to think and contemplate.
Times are increasingly more difficult and
understandingly we want to enjoy ourselves
only natrual but this season seems to give
people an excuse in which they reason
to over-eat, and drink to excess to
drown their sorrows they express
as the Special day ends their lives return
back to normal tomorrow.
It can be a lonely time for many in this
December month as some are alone
during this holiday and that can be
sad for some while it seems the rest of the world
are having a goodtime and lots of fun.
There are many through-out the world who
are still suffering from lack of food and sanitation
no water which causes severe de-hydration don't
you think it is only right to spare a thought for such
ones going through a terrible time of starvation it kills
slowly and affects many atribe and nation.
Thousands may donate to these ones to give hope
they can revive many in order to help them
survive, but many loose their battle as it is
too great to cure as so many struggle to
endure the distress of hunger pangs .
The moral of this poem is to encourage people
to think of the world and not just for a split second then
blink. Take time to count your blessings and be
thankful for what we have and also about the peace
and security we wish to possess in the world will
we really see a world full of peace well
in the Bible it gives us a promise and hope
that soon God is going to take action and intervene
in human affairs and this will be our release, to prove to us that he deeply
and truly cares and that is a promise bestowed
to us beyond comapare.
It gives much comfortto know there is a brighter
future for all who wish to take
lifes water free God will do this
a promise we will soon see.
Raining. Ants run to there empires fulfilled
Stones. Lizards into round holes eventually
Chicks covered with maternal quills
Warm away the chilly zone of the great bird of prey
Just as the Catfishes praise their water source for its abundance
Against the long beaky birds
Young brilliant Bob holds with gratitude
His lasting saviour who before then has punished
The now submissive dumb bullies
This annum, grains shall be the name of this
Field, thought the young old farmer as he laughed at his fallow field.
Grasses move rhythmically to the tune of the gentle breeze
In locustal relieve. Above them stood the trees,
Relieved from the frightening chain saw pollution,
Breaking and gyrating with the whirlwind and also
Being thankful, through its flowers, to
The sojourning agents who have come to help, breed and sing
The parasites live well at last in their unwelcome hosts
The anticlockwise mass looks hopeful
Believes that the application of destructive weapons
By the Sapiens, who have injured its much-adored body
Would stop and that their inter conflicts will be long gone.
That it’s involuntary coughs and sneezes will die down
Is one of its believes
The greatest light shines in conformity with
The Earth and the Moon as it aids the sky
In the recycle the. willful sky covers the Earth willing
To give water when the time comes.
The wind's hot and cold breathe
Still moves around giving life to all hoping
That its anger comes not at all.
Without much of it they fall down,
Pleasing the long waiting plants with it wets stains
And freezing the plains of the north and south.