Fix your shrewd gaze appraisingly upon a poor man,
Tell me what you see,
Take your time and scrutinize a jobless graduate,
Tell me what you see.
Surf through the eyes of convicts and prostitutes,
Tell me what you see,
Take your time to scan the face of a homeless and hungry citizen,
Tell me what you see.
Is there any point living in peace and harmony without money and food?
What's the point of going to school without a job at the end?
Can you state the benefits of voting when you are still marginalized?
Is there any point living freely and still die in poverty?
What then is the essence of having talents when non is harnessed?
How can we cope after acquiring skills without adequate empowerment?
How can we make heaven with religious intolerance?
How can we promote national unity, consciousness, growth and development when the minority groups are neglected?
These are questions I have always asked myself.
It's high time we make up our minds,
To fight, win and die gloriously or to remain
A well fed free cowards in our father's land.
Categories:
appraisingly, corruption, humanity, pain, political,
Form: Free verse
Together at all odds
dysfunctional applause
confirms its trained reality
to battle as in reckless scowl
the matter bearing flaws!
Think not appraisingly
some truth the real well spring,
Ah so ~ it's force, that brings to wit
a winning that is still albeit
contention as the core remit!
The realm of sentry's skies
while flowers touch their eyes
memorial of a silenced foe
and justice compromised to row
laid heedlessly ~ their courage stow!
War is for generals ~ they must know
to live to fight ~ continuing show
their names remembered, more than ours,
victors released purged numbers scarred
stay cost assembled ~ trust not marred?
Peace is for equals ~ government pars
who fast and pray and gather jars
for candles to embrace the stars
not fitful timing ~ budget's barred
to rates contention ~ money's ploy!
The Empire's schedule, their nation's buoy
floats more concern for elegance flount
while still what's left comes home to stow
within their wounds, trespassing's count,
teach peace, this warrior's lost war's font!
Categories:
appraisingly, history, loss, , memorial,
Form: Rhyme