I cannot recommend but say
the playground of gray
six feet deep away
is a pleasant stay
I have my rocking horse
a sunburned metal toy
burns my feet -- anyway
my eyes are tears today
There's a noise across
the fine lined trees
me thinks -- adults
arguing with death's love
I sway today in gray
fixed feet -- above
tis a pleasant blue-sky
Adults are dead children
We change that much
:: 07-21-2014 :
You are the midwife of a land full of promises
The nation is spread-eagled on the delivery table
Letting out cries of painful expectation and labour
Prompting prayers and supplication for the new world
For three decades and for four you have been judged
To be the benchmark of qualification to serve the nation
In modern corporations and state wise civil works
In grapevine and apple-vine courts of principled bias
For four decades and for five you have been expected
To be the independent crop of people united in peace
To be the economic pioneer of elephant strides attending
To be the giant of Africa and democratic shepherd
For three tenures and for four you have been civilized
By democratic cultures and apples of good expectation
By judicial interventions and constitutional advocacy
By developing human rights and tricks of the new world
For three camps of orientation and for four indeed
You have been called up to serve the nation for good
Even when you have been doctored in foreign lands
Even though the ages tell the truth of the agents of peace
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