they flooded the towns with screams
that was louder than voice of their leaders
they flooded the towns with their signboards
calling out for help in the global south
the indigenous living deep in the forests
fighting everyday with a giant
with force so brutal that breaks their legs
but they still stand up and protect the land
the rich continues to get richer
while poor is forced to eat the mud
someone has gold shining across the neck
while someone's eyes shine with sparkling stones
Voices calm the storm,
Shielding fragile, hopeless hearts—
Justice finds its voice.
Only a house made of bricks stands
No straw or sticks anchor walls
no undercurrents of menace within
no spirited chaos, a sin
Brick house tempered by grist, resists
Let the Wolf strut, bluster and boast
his breath crystallized
'gainst a brick house that gleams
frozen terror to those within
No wind to blow his conscience clean
only discontent, foolish
that puts the pack on edge
Huff and puff, a stately growl
A brick house defangs rapacious howls
Price of entry, sutured by good deeds
A wolf's high strung dive into a boiling pot
his darker side inferno
3 little pigs forsake composure, dance
like a jumpy silent film
But not every wolf melts away
Still, a dwelling menaced stands
like a magic tale with bricks of truth
for a glittering house
liberty's gift
star shines,
on a hill
Poem composed: February 13, 2021
In depending on others enjoying their Independence some not letting them to learn how to gain their own Independence.
As you are stationed in a faraway land beyond our shore,
our freedom is something you help to insure.
To defend our way of life, you are the latest generation.
You and your comrades represent our great nation.
We would rather see you back in our own land.
However, with your unit, you are taking a stand.
It is true that nobody likes to fight.
You must know how, and do it for all that’s right.
Wherever you are stationed, and whatever your rank,
you are among the service people we have to thank.
Terrorism has no place in anybody’s life.
You have sacrificed against all evil and strife.
May you and your company stand firmly and strong.
With honor and recognition is where you all belong.
He intoned: Poems don't
have to rhyme
and boldly stepped foward
into the world of books and
magic
Leaving behind the formalist
slant
he moved along the
path
picking flowers as he went
light shone down on his
words
His words leap off the page
and
enter
into
the consciousness of
those inclined
to open their minds
open them
to surreal visions
which dance through
each and every last
synapse
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