Here is a young boy,
His heart has been crushed,
His innocence has already been stolen,
By the gun in his hands.

Here is a teenager,
Death a normality,
Trusting only in hate,
For those he once loved.

Here is a young man,
Believing in revenge,
For a crime he never saw,
Against someone he never knew.

Here is a father,
"Protecting" his daughter,
Showing her the path he chose,
Putting her finger on the trigger.

Here is an old man,
Regretting his life,
Hating himself for all he did,
But all too late.

Now here is a young girl,
Who lives far away,
Who doesn't understand,
But knows she is hated.

People avoid her,
Afraid? Or unsure?
The garment on her head,
Fills her with shame.

This girl never touched a gun.

The boy did not know what he was doing.

His daughter doesn't want to ****.

But it is too late now,
Society has grasped a concept,
And it's claws dig deep,
It won't let go.

Chance,
Our lives are filled with decision after decision,
Each one dependent on the last,
We are tied by unforgiving steel to each choice we made,
Each subtle twist and vibration throws our minds into a crazy dance,
With echoes of each previous step repeated in every movement,
But occasionally,
Our dances bring two into hold,
Whether for a brief moment or entangled for decades,
And when supported by one another,
The ropes of the past slacken,
Allowing them to move freely,
Yet they still follow a dance,
But with much greater grace and precision than was ever found alone,

Luck,
When chance leads to fortune we call it luck,
But fortune has many faces,
We luckily win in a random game,
Or luckily survive certain death,
Some seem to be blessed with luck,
It lives in their shadows,
Underlining all that they do,
The brighter their life gets, the more it helps them,
But for others luck is precious,
So rare that they even fear it,
But when they find it hidden within the dark rock of misfortune,
Its beauty outshines the labour they despised,
And the perfect contrast lets it shine.

Fate,
We fear the concept of fate,
The idea that our destiny is fixed,
Nothing we do can change how our lives will turn out,
The belief that the chains of our past extend to our future,
Rendering our limbs fixed by the tension,
Ripping us apart, testing our strength,
Destroying those who built a reliance on their past,
Time always moves on,
Of course, fate can be kind,
Leading us in the right direction,
To where we want to be,
To a random meeting,
Or a happier time.

Whether it was chance, luck or fate,
I don't know,
But for two so far apart to find such joy in being together,
Is a miracle in my eyes.


*Happy Valentine's Day

There are short moments,
When the whole world gets caught inside a bubble,
Made of the brightest gold.

Launching fireworks instead of missiles,
Taking shots with cameras not guns,
Giving gifts not bombs.

For a few days we forget how to hate,
Relearn love,
Live without fear for at least a while.

Dancing and cheering,
Laughing and singing,
Decorating and Playing.

Replace the dodging and screaming,
The crying and pleading,
The hiding and running.

Inside that bubble,
All is good,
For as long as we can celebrate,
We can be kind.