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The screech of claws scratching against my window,
The flickering beams of flashlights reflect into my haunted eyes,
The shivers creep down my spine with feeling of endless fear,
The sound of footsteps in darkness; so cold at night,
The hours become continuous as I begin to panic,
The eery surroundings find its target,
The blood poors heavily as I watch suffering pain,
The stains of deaths medallion forever lays;
upon the victims pillow.
A KING WAS BORN
SO I WAS BORN
A LUNATIC WAS BORN
SO I WAS BORN
MANY PEOPLE ACCLAIM THAT THE RICHES ARE RICH
BECAUSE SO THEY WERE BORN
AND SOME ACCLAIM THAT THE POORS ARE POOR
BECAUSE SO THEY WERE BORN
BIRTHDAY SADDENS ME
BECAUSE THE WAY THE LUNATICS WERE BORN
SO I WAS BORN
THE AGE YOU ARE NOW
SO YOU WERE BORN
THE AGE YOU WILL BE
SO YOU WERE BORN
WHAT RENEWS AND REFRESH
IS WHAT HAVE DONE
AGE IS A STATIC METRE
BECAUSE SO YOU WERE BORN
THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES YOU A DON
IS WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
BE FAST TO DO IT
BEFORE YOU WILL BE BURNT
BECAUSE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN IS THE DAY YOU WILL BE BURNT
Let me take you to such a place
Where all of the sadness are erased
Where there is no discrimination between a gender or race
Where there isn't any trace of a devil, sin nor there is any disgrace
Where angels sing you lullabies
This is a place where nobody ever cries
A place where only love and love lies
Justice prevails all over it, lion and deer lives in peace
Here the birds wake you up with their sweet melodies
This is a place lightened by God
Every corners of it are made up of transparent gold
The floor is made up of marbels and expensive rocks
Here the sun shines like emerald cut diamond
And translucent glasses are used to make a perfect horizon
There are two rivers like tigris and euphraties
Between them is a shade covered by a canopy
Here all the animal lives proudly in vanity
And all the trees bear fruit abundantly
This is a place where all of your wishes come true
Here you will have whatever you desire
And the people who hurt you shall be in a glistening fire
Even the water of oceans flow silently here
It will rain but there shall never be a storm or fear
You will marvel at looking at the beauty of this sight
Rivers of milk and alcohol flows and there are trees of life
Here all are equal, there is no black, no white
All walk together in the moon light
People reside there forever
And beside each one homes a river flows
A place which is too holy for devil to enter
Give the goodnews to poors that it is for only poors and repenters
Here the first ray of sun signals the dawn of hope
And every imperfection is wash away by glistening rain
Sun may shine or there might be a shadow
But there will never be any sorrow, tear or pain
16 September 2018
You're a calculated master slayer
an evil manipulator
so go away out of my sight. See you, so long
I will not miss you when you are gone
Your oozing poors shower with honey
but all that you're after is power and money
You're pretentious, sinister and fooling a few
but you'll answer to a higher call much higher than you
Get your facts straight because they will check
to see how many lives you've attempted to wreck
Get on the next train haulin' fast down the track
I'm so grateful you're not coming back
Someone can advise you
To be friend of big rich people
To be also rich in the future.
I am telling you to be best friend
Of majority poor as
They need your aid
to destroy the system which enrich
Few people and
kill millions of poor people.
Poors of the world always fight each others
For the interests of the minority big rich people.
Who captured
the World
Do yourself investigations to find
out the main problems of this World.
This poem is dedicated to an Innocent murdered modeller Jesica Lall, She was
shot dead in the gathering of four hundreds in a hotel in Delhi. Seven years
proceeding, Indian Court freed her killers because their parents were political
and Landlord. They bought judicial system, police and witnesses. The people
they worship God everyday but their souls are dead? They stop to reckon killers.
What is a shame on Indian Justice? Where are human rights for poors in India?
Is the world captured by dishonest souls? They have no meaning for poor’s
living. We need such international Court where a poor can beg for Justice.
What is a great India?
God always having his birth,
As a Lord Buddha,
As a Lord Krishna,
As a Lord Rama,
As A Guru Nanak,
As a Guru Gobind Singh.
200 thousands Saints,
Everyday practice Religion,
They exercise experiences of life,
A faith and dedications,
For human achievements,
They worship monkey and elephant Gods,
For their standard of living.
But most souls are corrupt,
Everyday is a new scandal,
Parliament introduced new Laws,
But Member of Parliament drinks it's juice,
Judicial system burns in bribery,
Police peels off the skin of innocents,
Bureaucracy is sucking blood.
Everyone was born racist,
They live and die racist,
What is a pity India?
Where God having his Birth,
Or untouchables, for being a human,
Agitation is only for justice,
Preaching is a way of earning.
World is thinking,
India is a democratic country
What's a shame?
Feudal system is still active,
And blaming colonialism,
After fifty sex years sovereignty,
Caste, Religion, language and colour,
Dowry system burnt only innocents.
World is a Global village,
Is it a symptom of a civil nation?
Or World politician are also getting corrupt,
Who afraid n't to take an action,
Who will secure human rights?
Is the terrorism n't progressing?
Suryaputra – poem 17-2-2016
This nation needs always issue and forgetting
Empty belly keeps tissue paper
Sanity goes void and in vain osteracized to become beggar
Nobody comes then in whole life to touch your heart.
But listen with pathos your melancholy melody.
Who are poors by torn wallets and no blood in vein
To rebel and dares not to die they talks banters for revolution
This mentally castrated progeny of high breed lives faceless
In darkness everytime waiting in hope
Suryaputra would born one day this assumption of gavatar
Running for belly with speed of dhum
All true path of searching self existence blocked
And wrong illusions grimacing for happiness
His thirsty throat screams inside for love
And chases it for failure that way never reaches to immortality
Infinit of pointalism ink drops
And thousand faces whirls before in moment that never catchable
Or hunt to victimize
In dream in seclusion he swaying without angel
Or wander in alley of bitches for cheap ****** then how
Could he die like martyer in this nation?
Like common man with various names labelized by others
Lives in safe sophisticated life
Forgetting his own identity crisis for god’s sake
He quotes -
Don’t pedagogue us
We will ready to wait till doomsday to change
all this with snail pace. Thanks for your honest
honest feedback for deserted poet of dying thirst.
Homeless,
Homeless becames your name
Because you decided to leave your Home.
Coca-cola is no more your favourite drink
Because you are addicted to Cocaine.
Street is straight but
Sleeping on the street you don't look Straight.
Weed pushed you to speak foolish Words,
Which provoked some Wisers.
Working in a good company ,
Failing to organise a place to stay,
Repute bad your Work.
You start to hate good people who advise You.
Life in the street is an open danger to your future bright Life,
Winter is a hard moment for homeless people
Who wish to be on the streets
And who don't Want.
Coming out of the street means
Progress to new Commers,
Homeless on the streets today,
Because you want to build a new Home.
Homeless for many years,Because you are drug addict
And kept escaping rehab centre.
Homelessness now, because of poverty,
Or because of some major incidents ,
Or because you are Jobless
Some homeless people became very important leaders Somewhere,
Assist homeless people , learn their reasons to be on the streets,
One day you or one of your relatives,
Or friends will be Assisted.
February 21/2023
Poem by Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
MESSAGE: Not all people want to be on the streets. It is the beginning of the bright future life of some hustlers in big town.
It is the comfort zone of some failures.
It is a comfort zone for some poors
Learn to help homeless people as you don't know more about your future.
Human World has Natural growth,
Sun grows and contributes rays,
Heat touches to all to feel,
Sun sets and stars appears,
Moon shines and produces dream,
A tired nature enjoys sleep,
And plans for further growth.
Birds they eat,
Animal they eat,
Trees they eat,
Human they eat,
To maintain their energy,
A system is lingering on over the centuries.
Flood, earthquake, cyclones, tornadoes,
Altered the natural growth,
A question is still questioning,
Who is the architecture of the nature?
Who produced so variety of languages and colours?
One after one human claimed them a messenger,
Identification of God committed its worship,
Messengers were born in different languages and different communities,
When Monarch was fencing the barriers,
And seeded the discrimination.
And misinterpreted the deeds,
To devalued the moral virtues.
A different message of God,
In a different mind of a human,
A creative role is of human distinctions.
Fanaticism seems childish,
The bureaucracy of terrorists,
To kill innocents to proof their God’s Mercy.
Forgiveness for slavery,
And donation for poors,
To establish a theme of God,
God is one; we all are sisters and brothers,
Breed, Colour and language,
A distinctive growth is natural.
But human belief,
A worshipper of innocent killings.
Killers believe that God will reward them,
Heaven, Where they shall enjoy fairies.
Natural process grows and dies itself,
A power balanced them all,
We are the factors only.
Onions You are better than the invisible God
You’re visible and helping us to eat
You’re cheaper to have
than my worships and rituals
Oh Onions !
We have created you and harvested you
You gave better result to our work
Oh God !
You are silent on seeing Poors
You are giving fortunes only to rich and wealthy
It is available even for two rupees
It can be cooked even with out oil
But My God!
Can I see you in temples with out money
Can I have your blessings with out tickets
Oh Onions !
You are very closer to a man from a slum
You are impartial to rich and poor
But My Invisible God!
Are you near to us?
Do you favor anything to poor?
Oh My Onions !
Though you are cheap and abundantly available
You are strengthening our heart
By purifying our blood
You are too better than my invisible God
But My Invisible God
What did you do So far?
You have increased worries and pressure
Instead of releasing them
If You are here ,
You will have to protect humbles from the giants
You will have to feed
all lives in this land
Trillions are dying and billions are going to die
in the race of searching food
But My Onions!
You are doing something to your masters
The masses are yelling
Yell of no one is heard
Societies of infection
Drags of bones
Not having depression,
Nor using drugs,
And the no one shouts:
“……..”
Individual and art
Poor masks of poors
The stereotype one
: “We are right”
Characters are broke
Masks are still held
More diseases spread out
The generation survives
Era, feeling of decades,
And sense of themes reborn and die
Human fads, still proves himself
Mumbles loudly: “…….”
Oh…adaptable creature!
So called dangerous
Person,
A good person blackmailed
by some bad
People
Because of exposing their secret deals.
Imagine some people who get much money
In robbing poor people
But
They always
Look innocents.
Oh ! This cruel World
Crooks who facilitate
The illegal big deals
Are known as good people
But
The wise people who speak for the poors
Are known as dangerous
People.
Travel this World
You will understand
My point.
A puppet
is called wise person.
A defender of the rights
of some people is called
Dangerous
Person.
June 11th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
sometimes i wonder ,wonder of the small things of this world like the storys never told or the songs never sung i wonder what the world would be like without the fancys things i wonder why lovers dont love each other no more its jusst hate betweeen the two and the bums on the street truned like that some of them were scholars,basketball players,CEOS ,honor students how is this possible? i wonder is just somebodys imagination or just some myth cause this life not real some people take this life for granted and treat it like a price tag this world suppose to be equal but its divided i wonder why the youth so deadly? this world dont care about the youth just other news headline to full a pay check so the youth gets crazy and non-stop drama why was this put together? everything comes and gos in this world nothing ever stays in this society and only socially impaired sometimes (I wonder)of the smallest little things and more but it will always be an issue in my heart sometimes i wonder theres money for wars but not the poors crazy right? is this life good for the heart? wish there wasa cure for all broken hearted hearts what is this cause this world isnt what its suppose to be
WE; THE HUMAN BEINGS
Poetry by Aamir Khatri,
ONCE MY SELF ASK ME,
WHY THE TEARS ARE NOT FALLEN ?
FROM THE EYES OF HUMAN BEINGS...
AND THE LOVE IS NOT SEEN ?
IN THE HEART OF HUMAN BEINGS,
WHY PEACE IS NOT RISING ?
FROM THE MIND OF HUMAN BEINGS,
WHY THE INNOCENT PEOPLE LOST THEIR LIVES ?
BY THE BRUTAL KILLINGS AND WARS OF DESTRUCTIONS,
WHY THE TRUTHS ARE STILL HIDDEN ?
FROM THE EYES OF HUMAN BEINGS ?
WHY THE PEOPLE HAVE NO SOFT CORNER IN THEIR HEARTS ?
FOR THE POORS, NEEDY AND HELPLESS HUMAN BEINGS,
MY EYES BECOME WET AND FILLED,
AND THE TEARS COME ACROSS MY EYES,
AND I FEEL MY SELF ALONE,
ALONG WITH THE HUMAN BEINGS OF DEAD LIVE'S WORLD,
IT LOOKS LIKE A JUNGLE OF WILD ANIMALS,
HAVING NO THOUGHTS OF LOVE,
BUT ONE THING WE CAN NEVER DENY,
THAT THEY ARE HUMAN BEINGS,
THE GOD'S MOST LOVEABLE,
THE MOST INTELIGENT AND BEAUTIFUL CREATURE,
THEY HAVE FORGET ALL THE THINGS,
THEY HAVE FORGET THE LIFE AFTER DEATH,
THEY HAVE FORGET THE JUSTICE OF GOD,
THEY HAVE FORGET THE POWER AND THE KINGDOM OF GOD............
Dan's on the mezzanine
asking where the mayor lives
I'm on the dole line,
wondrin bout conservatives
The man with the leg cramps
boot camps wheel clamps
says they cut his food stamps.
Look out son,
he’s packin a gun:
God knows why
Pat Boone, full moon
someone's gonna die soon.
Del's on welfare,
Donald Trump is real pissed:
give 'em all health care?
What are we? Socialists?
Thinks I'm Harry Lime:
street crime, sub-prime,
now you're working part-time.
Look out boy,
you're only a goy:
don't revere teachers,
don't obey no preachers.
Jen's on Fox News
talkin bout the bank crash
wanna get some real views?
What about the trailer trash?
Read about Goldilocks
Botox bobbysocks
modelled by Amanda Knox.
Look out, Joe,
you're spoiling the show.
Don't watch features,
don't dance in the bleachers.
Get hired, get fired,
get rich, get stitched,
get tired, get wired,
get hitched, get ditched.
They got the cops at backstop,
Al Gore keeping score
'tween the Poors
and Dirt-Poors,
'tween the Haves
and Have-Mores.
John Wayne's vanished.
He's off to learn Spanish.