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Bombers Moon

Them and us under a Bombers Moon
By Steven Cooke

Making love to my demons
Under the flag of my country
Caught in between the never believer
And a pardon of angels,
Who bargain their souls for my redemption,
Empowered by a nation,
Glorified by heroes departed
My life sanctified by religious compromise
For tonight I fly, under the bombers moon

Nearer to God than most
I see the world differently,
This Earth orbits in a sea of cold
My plane hidden in its recess,
A place where silent screams dwell
And rainbows are sent to die.

Away from the gaze of my enemy,
A phrase worthy of the Devil
Away from the patriots sting,
These too, sanctified by a religious hand.
The History books dilemma
 
My run begins
My mind listens to a confess of whispers,
The engines my Priest,
The bomb doors open,
Horsemen of The apocalypse,
Released from their tethers
I am the Arbiter of Death
As in Nature, Chance will decide
The faceless will fall
And god willing I will return home.

In the scheme of things
A Cities worth is one minute, 23 seconds
The camera to record in slow mo for Posterity,
And to delight the victorious.
The Impact sweeps away the sweat of past generations
Creates queues of ghosts, waiting,
 To lay in row after row, of white marble.
Their silent screams absorbed into Heavens Gate,
A cold Hallelujah for God to judge.
Just another day on planet earth


But don’t worry,
Time, like, the brook of sighs, will wash away these sins
But not the seeds,
For we are the gardeners of sin,
Their germination, lovingly corrupted
In our differences, them and us
The Pillars of capitalism our advantage.
The fear of the Devil theirs

Our final epitaph in the circle of life,
We are conditioned to repeat the mistakes of the past,
As is the Wilder beast to cross the River of Death,
Or theologians using religion as a weapon of war
The devil and the Crocodile dines well, on such a menu 
We truly are, a blessed Race.




Copyright © steven cooke

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Ode to the Moon

Slowly, silently now the moon
Shines in her silvery shoon

Ever since the creation of the world
The colour of the moon is always gold

An essential planet at the service of humanity
It continues to rotate for more than a century

Frequently the moon changes shape
From the crescent to the semi - lunar frame

Gradually it matures into full moon
Going around the earth  singing her tune

Whether young or old everyone loves the moon
For it is considered as a sign of boon

Together with the stars embellishing the sky
Through its illumination the bat will fly

With the help of divine light
It brings forth the traveler's delight

A common belief is that it influences the lunatic
Of which many are still sceptic

It's birth is based on a monthly apparition
Deciding the exact dates of festivals and celebrations

With its waxing and waning movement
High and low tides are under its command

Viewing the moon at night
Is indeed a splendid sight

Copyright © Azad Boodhun