"Take away the badge,"
Death smiled with arms wide open
"You'll be fine, comrade."
There is an end in sight.
Thought that is not so bright!
There is strife
That we must climb: both you & I!
Stand!
To be Grand
But just about
the Ground.
Run!
To be Gone
As long along
the Fog.
Fly!
To be High
Only to reach
the Sky...
There is no finish line.
Though this just finds me fine!
There is life
This is just right: for you & I.
O comrades here is a thought, the world may be two
some ways open to discussion-true -or - false?.
How if someone plunges let say into ocean may claim
to touch air or see star or master or find the company
of sunlight if he/she is to go through?.Oh!, yes, how if
someone gone to war aliter listen to the hustle and bustle
on let say the streets or market day or may be a world's
HIV/AIDS day?.
O comrades here I thought that both evil and good ways
are each a perfect fret, whole culture, I meant a way
of life even tomorrow?.
Thank you for celebrating the warrior in me
And for being my shield in times of need
Offering those shoulders to nurse in chivalry
My battle-wearied heart when it doth bleed
Thank you for celebrating my laughter
And for giving me more reasons to smile
Offering to laugh heartily with me hereafter
My leaden soul could do to soar awhile
Thank you for being you, imperfections and all
And for making me more perfect with time
Offering to grow together amidst life's curveball
My overthinking mind could saunter in rhyme
Thank you for being part of my journey here
And for taking me on a roadtrip like no other
Offering your hand when I stumble to safely steer
My comrade you do pacify when life's pain I wonder
Dear comrade, wishing you a big, heartfelt thank you for being my heart mind and soul!
COMRADE LOVE NEEDED
Sorrow of Love is hard to bear
stretches my bones and
I cannot go on
a need for comrades
to speak about Love
lost their ability to love
can only love for moments
when these moments come
they devour them like
rare chocolate
not enjoying them
my comrades have physical
beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt
they question commitment and honesty
it is their own they question
we do not need hate to be
involved in a struggle for truth
we ache Love
I see comrades becoming mechanical
we strive for a distant star
that beckons with Love
Comrades !
Love is needed !
If I said I love you would you be mad?
I do recall our fight and I am sad.
It does not erase the good times we had.
What we share is real and not some fad.
I have loved you since you were a young lad.
You remind me of a great man, my dad.
Babe, I want to be your lifelong comrade.
Becoming your new bride would make me glad.
08-27-16
Winter freezes the heat of the year,
That shivers within our hearts, oh dear!
A season where Christmas celebrates
A time everyone liberates.
Friends of all rejoice and play on snow.
Forever friends none bothers even time is on go.
Tears on faces of every memorable moment,
Like snowflakes that pour heavily on earth below.
Love really is a powerful gift
But all alone it is without friendship.
Love of friends makes us lift
As if love is like the oceans so deep.
But like winter, all is unwell.
Sometimes friendship, on the dirt fell.
So comrade, I say unto you,
Love not only your allies but your foes too.
A good friend you are,
And my love will be with you even from afar.
Time will fly, old and new friends you will meet,
As cold as snow may seem, let your love for them feel the heat.
I thank you for the friendship we had.
Swear that I will forget it not.
Even fierce snowstorm on the days add,
Leave you I would dare not.
My friend as white as snow,
Wherever you go, let me follow.
Memories I won’t throw,
Stay in my heart you will, comrade on snow.
Procrastination
resembles for Death,
said comrade Lenin
as soon as emerges the chance for overplot
and killed the nascent democracy in Russia
when the country to move
for constitutional monarchy
doing first step in the verge
of art of consensus and agreements,
expelling all others parties
from parliament,
murdered Russian tsar and his family
Lenin and his learners and Bolsheviks
70 year ruled by 1/7 part of Earth,
killing million peoples in civil wars, conslagers and famine
for the sake of Communism,
the fatal belief about country of zugar-candy,
that lullabied so long unlearned masses
and skillfully used by cynical and guilty leaders
who didn’t know that had been murderers and criminals
in the society of legitimizing injustice and violence
for the sake of happy future, certainly,
immortal comrade Lenin.
For Comrade Chris Hani
(1942 – 1993)
mowed down
by hot lead
your blood flowed
into our African soil
murdered you, yes, they did
silence you, they never will
for your voice
your spirit
speaks to us still
The kind have been waiting for,
praying and hoping just to have,
anxious waiting at the door,
hoping you will find your way here.
Little did i know,
you were actually helter skelter,
looking for a way to destine here,
a place to settle and live peacefully.
A curious knock came accidentaly,
only finds its way in my door,
feeble and hopeful than ever,
waiting to be told,'its here girl'.
A broad smile greeted me,
looks alike like that in my dreams,
totally a dream come true,
a fulfilled one,just for me.
A smile that came at the right face,
a smile offered to a long dreamt person,
a smile that helped alot,
ofcourse in this life of me.
The precious thing in my life,
offered just at the right time,
a time of lonely turned to be a smile moment,
a blessing more than blessings.
You're wounded yet you stand
oblivious of the blood gushing forth
taking every ounce of your strength
but still you fight.
They wonder my friend,
why you chose to live with
red flags rather than white.
Show them your hands
that cracked from tilling
the earth.
Reveal to them the sufferings
and pains you endure
on the hands of your
adversaries.
point to them the ground
where they kicked you,
where they have
trampled upon every inch
of your dignity.
Now, maybe they'll understand
why you chose to carry
that red flag.
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