See how frozen rice brings gaiety
from the weight of a half-starved life ,
palms etching the barbs of terrorism;
Already the villainous hours smell of puss,
ripe lesions , and unbearable heat :
dried bones snapping from gun-barrels
of greedy, power- laden pillagers --
the hissing growl of wars
rake bloody sky from its quiet days .
So chidren , listen well...build
A new earth blessed with peaceful hearth
and fresh broth,
clutch all neighborly moments endeared,
whispering prayers for safe glide
soothing night's guardianship ... and as
You lay on pure lights from angels' wings,
live each hour with grace of integrity
to hold not a chaos brimming with envy;
as Spirit renews a world lulled by love,
We were friends from far villages
We lived centuries of no breakages
Our relationship was that of villagers
Before this century of political pillagers
We lived happily in our villages
And our culture was of no edges
Our togetherness was for ages
That would not have us in cages
The profundity of our thought
Should correlate to what we sought
For the togetherness is called unity
It’ll always give us love and liberty
We had our different names
But politics gave us another name
This administrative name wasn’t naive
So it shouldn’t make us to be too naive
We may need to go apart
But our spirits will never part
Leaving one another will be a departure
Of a man who takes unknown adventure
Between a castle and a moat
One small goat
Strays too far, too long
But nothing happens
Yet scared stiff, the goat is scared stiff
To see this beast, this terrible monster
The medieval lands have made him out to be
What can this beast do to prove
There is beauty beneath his sharp teeth
Beauty behind his scales
Beauty beyond the smoldering ash belonging to the distant corner of the cave
This goat retreats and the animal escapes again
For the fleeing goat will bring enraged villagers
Local pillagers who think it’s an ultimate title gain
To slay the beast which breathes in coal and spews the hottest fire
But the beast, far from majestic, contains neither dark deeds nor twisted motives
He is not part of his parents’ disgraceful lineage
The violent overtaking and burning down precious fields and wildlife
He believes it to be intolerable, unimaginable
And if he could, he would change his complicated anatomy
And happily breathe water, become a different animal of peace
But this is a curse from a destructive dragon lineage
That refuses to stop haunting a mercy-filled being
Ravaged by progress
the Mother’s bones lain bare;
scar tissue acting as back drop
for the architectural blight of man.
Ravaged like the Sabine women,
the Mother’s blood and tears corrupted
mined by the mindless,
careless, heartless, pillagers, born.
Sickened, the Mother fumes,
spewing lava, and ash to cleanse.
Raging the Mother’s oceans recoil
ferociously drowning, purging cities.
The Mother screams
whirlpool destroy ships at sea
whirlwinds erase the plaque of man.
One wonders,
at the audacity of the child
who ravages the Mother.
No pity for their souls will be found.
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