Archive for October 2, 2022


Racism is Binary …

from google


Racism is Binary ...



racism stalks streets,
flowing with blood,

red blood.


not black, white, saffron, green, yellow,

but,

red blood,

like the colourless tears that stream,

down faces of all hues,

and

of every shade,

human beings all,

just humans,

who into dust or ashes do fade.



racism on the prowl,

deafening,
virulent ignorance,

embraced by those who hate,

seeping out of diseased tongues that bray & howl,

while,

humanitys’ corpse,
lies in state.



racism is binary,
soul-less,

with just a single choice to make,

so think carefully now, o’ patient reader,

cos’ racism is binary,
soul-less,

and there is only one choice that is right …


… the dazzling fusion of a rainbow,

or dull,
bland,

empty white.

from google

from google

The Wind carries his Name ...




They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.


Even as the bullets tore through him,the wind carried his name.


Far across the weary fields,high above the stubborn peaks,over the blood soaked streams,the wind carried his name.


They shot him down,to silence a man of flesh and bone.


Yet the wind carries his name,to you and to me,to them and to us.
They shot him down,but his name resounds,as it floats on the breeze.


And,
still they try to shoot him down,to silence us all, to stifle an ideal.


But the wind cannot be stilled,

and the wind carries his name:




Che”.





( For Ernesto Guevara de la Serna )

from google
from google

the swaying of the grass ...




1.



a path leads,
to where wild grasses grow,
sashaying in the summer breeze.



2.



along the path,
solace settles within,
feeling the grass swooning,
tickling ankles,
swaying to lilting bird-song,
in a dance of intimate abandon,
brushing remnants of pain away.



3.



melodies float across fields of green,
delicately caressing my heart,
teasing emptiness to flee,
and comforting the mind,
to silently be.



4.



walking on,
savouring the peace,
a momentary respite,
casting off burdens of the now,
for all is quiet,
in a stillness cradling fractured emotions,
as the grass in the fields sway,
and dusk descends,
while shadows lengthen,


nudging the dimming light to take leave of the day …

from google
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