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! JM 06th Nov’ 2013