dream ter the songs of love…
In their arms shall carry you,
angels who weep in vain…
And those in pain,
shall carry your weight..
of the flower nipped in blossom,
the unripened fruit cast away…
While a millions whisper,
screaming of unjust
in fury..
Now, No! it’s just temporary,
In this world of passing – not delay,
when seasons change,
this deleria shall too..
all forgotten- it will be,
your untimely demise too..
Again -
mad dogs you will see,
they shall roam about free,
riding over the fields,
making their animal deals..
n someone else will grieve…
For a day -
not far from today,
someone will come and say..
“my father is a man of power,
whom everyone obeys,
do as I tell you to,
or I’ll – hahahahahaha .. “
Then-
the poet will sheath the pen,
just as the warrior would lift the sword,
So -
they’ll lock up the animals,
along with all the criminals..
make everything straight,
but it’d been twenty years too late..
the vicissitudes of life,
a bitter painful strife..
Your tragedy be the proof
I know-
You’ll shake your head,
and say its a shame..
but my words are but a whisper,
their deafness a loud shout ..
and I may make them feel,
but I can’t make them think…
As
ter write in blood,
the warriors still,
they await,
they await…
As do
ter swing their sword,
the poets still,
they await,
they await…
while they await,
sleep well o child..
for the angels shall bear your weight..
they shall bear your weight…



