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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?
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
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.
Oh! talent , talented
It is good to have talent in the eyes of good people,
Because a talented person is like their mobile museum,
Where they will always go to see their superstar,
Oh! talent, talented ,
Being talented in a bad sociaty is a big risk in life,
Many talented people lost their lives,
You become an intimidating tool in the eyes of million of bad people,
They make you their enemy while
you see them as your friends
And relatives.
Oh ! talent , talented
Some people will use different charms to destroy your talent,
Marabouts , wizards , sorcerers will be enjoying their money because they don't want to see you claimbing the last stairs to succeed.
Oh! talent , talented
God will send some good people to uplift you,
To walk with you till to the pick.
You will look down ,
looking at those blocked you
And say," I love you my people,
My success is yours too,
I will help the poors in this community,
I will finance more development projects
In this community to die as a real Hero."
A real Hero is someone who sacrifices his life for others.
Oh ! talent , talented
A good lesson for you
When you are not talented
Support a talented
You will be paid through his "her" talent.
Allow love to fill your heart and continue being good with other people.
My pen is writting some truth about some challenges of some talented people in the World.
Written March 04/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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.
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.
"Downhill I came hungry and yet not starved,
Cold yet had heat within me,
That proof of feathers and hairs covering every parts of my body.
"Being called such a awful names
I still lie on my worth
How despicable can one be towards a creation
How despicable can one be towards nature
"Sleeping at day,craving to hunt and eat at night
With some of my kinds always avoiding me
Calling me such a bad name
"Bad Omen
"Evil eyes
"Evil creature
While some likes me and some dislikes me
"Why Me?
" All night being quiet barred out
Crying and raising my voice for freedom
For people to ease my case
For people to listen to me
A most melancholy cries not shaken upon the hills
But always willing and wishing to be accepted by others
"My repose, salted and sobered
Too
By the birds voice
That had seemed the sweetest thing under the roof and on the far long trees
Resting,looking and shines like an owl eyes
For its co - kinds to call a friend
"Speaking for all who lay under the stars
Soldiers and poors, unable to rejoice
"A wise owl who lived in an oak,
The more he saw the less he speaks
"The less he spoke, the more he heard
Why can't we all be like that owl and accept ourselves even though we are different" .
Form:
"Downhill I came hungry and yet not starved,
Cold yet had heat within me,
That proof of feathers and hairs covering every parts of my body.
"Being called such a awful names
I still lie on my worth
How despicable can one be towards a creation
How despicable can one be towards nature
"Sleeping at day,craving to hunt and eat at night
With some of my kinds always avoiding me
Calling me such a bad name
"Bad Omen
"Evil eyes
"Evil creature
While some likes me and some dislikes me
"Why Me?
" All night being quiet barred out
Crying and raising my voice for freedom
For people to ease my case
For people to listen to me
A most melancholy cries not shaken upon the hills
But always willing and wishing to be accepted by others
"My repose, salted and sobered
Too
By the birds voice
That had seemed the sweetest thing under the roof and on the far long trees
Resting,looking and shines like an owl eyes
For its co - kinds to call a friend
"Speaking for all who lay under the stars
Soldiers and poors, unable to rejoice
"A wise owl who lived in an oak,
The more he saw the less he speaks
"The less he spoke, the more he heard
Why can't we all be like that owl and accept ourselves even though we are different" .
Form:
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
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