Morning chapel
padre preaching
all new to me
came here for a natter
see what’s there to see
every hell has its angels
he don’t know ‘bout angels
how they fight
thrills of a motor bike
chariots o’fire
if he say he do, s’not true,
he aint read the manual
don’t know what a spanner’s for
he just know we threw it in
an’ it don’t work
I’d run out o’ booze
drunk as a lord
awake till morn
got no comfort
I ain’t weak
disinherited me
had nothin’ to give
always empty
it ain’t right
raised hungry an’ thirsty
plenty o’ scrapes
showed no mercy
weak for a tart
love n’ leave
that ain’t odd
yeah, was picked on
fight for me rights
they be-me-attitudes
an’ I’ll not change
bless ‘em they try
‘n they try
I’ll never change
if heaven is gained
through suffrin’
I’m in
man-ah never found
streets paved with bread
much less with gold
I looked for trouble
‘n found it
there ain’t no justice
tain’t no miracle
that’s why I’m here
tain’t no miracle
Where is room for sublime
in Trump-Modi era
if we talk about
grief, trauma, social justice
liberation, health, job
happiness in a culture
of divide and rule through
rightward extremism?
comics of history
in lanes and bylanes
search lingams for new world
threat murals of mutiny
recreating new forms
unearthly light and space
in old tales sacred for
visions of heritage
I don’t share their tangerine
nor stream in their landscape
even if I’m consumed
in blankness of fire or flood
Feel them in my tendons
Hear them in the quiet
See them in the wind
Smell their fragrance
A constant in my life
Like a steel manacle
Arrested and limited
I must pay the price
Sins from lives past
Karmic justice served
Grow I must or else
Be trapped hereafter
So I speak the truth
I am compassionate
Eschewing victimhood
Pleasing higher beings
I have a molten hatred
And I ooze contempt for you
My mission it is sacred
And I will see it through.
I'll devote my hours to see
That you don't get no rest
All will know your depravity
From East into the West
I'll keep you down I'll whack the mole
wherever your raise your head
I'll shrink your space, compress your soul
But your blood I won't shed.
We will steer your life, suppress your goals
You talk of rights, how quaint
Your ship will founder on the shoals
You'll fade away, like rusted paint
And there's a climax we have planned
A final horror show
Can't alarm you much, can't show our hand
Keep going with the flow.
You don't know our names
You don't even know the reasons why
You call us petty, invoke shame
But we will laugh, and you will cry.
Chemmani lies beneath the earth,
carrying the names of the lost.
Voices of families became questions:
will our children's justice prevail?
A school bag left the child's back,
A shoe ripped off their foot.
Bottles of milk spilled,
bodies covered soil and dirt.
Our children taken from us,
Mothers, fathers, grandparents.
Our love for our loved ones,
taken away from us in a second.
Justice for Chemmani,
justice for our children.
Yet the question still remains:
will our children's justice prevail?
your tiger can snore
through the wayside and justice
her aether will be
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
741.
Adoration to Mary:
Mother of Justice
Our Mother in Heaven, we adore you
Our Mother Mary – Mother of Justice – a Christian Virtue
Receive this adoration from your children
An adoration next to that of our Father in heaven
Oh Mama Mary, source of our Christian Justice
Your intercession we always please
Your just children will adore you forever
Glory be to you also, our Heavenly Mother.
Amen.
-11/11/2019
(Dumarao)
*Adoration to Mary as Mother of Virtues
OF HOPE AND HER JUICES…
Despite the dry soil,
Justice sprouting and blooming:
Hope’s juices ready:-
UNWANTED
All along
in the crowd,
justice standing—
seeking
someone to please:-
Like a lonely fish
swimming
in a school-group,
she bites
a baited hook;
and reeled in,
she’s scaled,
unhooked,
and thrown back:
despised and
unwanted:-
("Contagion III", 2020, original pen and ink and oil)
Do you remember 2020
When the world was Covid crazy
And those in power
Did everything to fuel the fear
Enrich themselves and ultimately harm billions
And kill tens of millions?
I do. I remember their death cult.
And I clearly remember
It was a time of mass hysteria for willing sheep.
What is the justice
For such a massive lie?
So far nothing,
But I wouldn’t bet my life on that.
(7/29/26)
SANCTUARY SALE
EPSTEIN ABUSERS NO JAIL
JUSTICE SYSTEM FAIL
The odd, faint of blood had soaked the sinner’s body.?
It was the blood of crying repentance unto Christ.
Laid upon a shore of stones,?the body rested where the rocks cut the holy waters.?
On its surface, shimmering stars were scattered by the hand of God.
Justice had been restored-at the cost of one’s life.
And the Sun now glorified one’s soul-for he’s who had witnessed it.
Yet what is the cost of justice?
It is the cost of one’s sanity..
You who hide in the darkness of power,
Spare at least a thought for the light.
Do not provoke the youth under the intoxication of authority,
Or you may lose everything that makes your power worth holding.
If you truly have courage, then step onto the battlefield,
For this battlefield offers nothing except loneliness.
We, the youth, walk forward with our lives already at stake.
If you claim to be brave, then face us openly on the battlefield.
Just as powerful as a CEO is the Dj,
underdog who sends a message to you.
Sharing something you relate to sticks,
turntables and lyrics can start a chant.
Instantly a bond is created with no alibi,
crowd control that’s as lethal as arsenic
enters eardrums changing the narrative.
Yard to be stomped hard wood harmony,
each foot adds sparks to an eclectic tune.
Let the rhythm accentuate that disco ball,
labor of love sent out a ‘May we all’
inspiring the floor to move like confetti.
Neat as a pin the spiral thrown is clean,
gaining traction as the beat’s scratching.
Gunfire,
Shots.
Screams.
Bloodshed.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Except one -
The shooter,
Who - was - white
The victims,
DEAD,
All the victims -
Black.
The police,
Arrive,
Ten - twenty minutes late.
The excuse -
Traffic,
There was no traffic that day,
They lied -
They didn’t care that Black life had been taken away
They arrived late,
Red and Black,
It was an egregious attack -
What was worse,
The faces of the police -
Stone cold -
Devoid.
The shooter was spared,
He was white after all,
They didn’t shoot -
In their words it would be ‘un-called’ for
The shooter lived,
The shooter - acquitted,
Why?
He was white -
And the victims Black
But obviously the courts did not say that,
They said he was mentally unwell - had a panic attack,
That it would be unfair for them to criminalise that -
After all this was his first offense, so he can’t be that bad,
Oh, also he has a family which means they need him back
The victims families saddened,
But not surprised - as history shows this has already happened
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