Affixed to the Lee–Enfield,
this blade, this trigger point,
stricken by ambush,
enters the melee
along the false edge,
cuts to the core,
like sympathizers of
William of Orange.

There are no daggers
apart from war,
just an ocean of
death and defeat,
its water,
its ever rising water,
swallows us whole.

Fresh in the winds,
They are the eyes of the skies.
Look at the signs,
They have narratives to devise.
Candour in their guise,
Across the obvious divide.
Matters of valour, revised.
In the hindsight, there linger problems.
For the network, it is without the borders,
An influence, a spectacle, the scrollers.
Make the best of the data hoarders.
Grave advantage, grace in their claim.
Some signalling, reckoning,
We shaped what you find.
Supreme reach in the night,
It's the truth that flies.
So tomorrow, to see the revise,
You will deem this will lead to paradise.
But needless to say, no solace,
For who fragments peace on Earth.

Swans in love enchant
Upon the lake blue mist parts
Nature spirits wake

Mother is beyond mother
A force of nature
a woman, a life
divided in roles
Just like water
a necessity
United in love
the most primitive kind

Mother is beyond mother
A daughter to her mother
she has been
the same as me
but she gives me more
I see less of her,
She makes me more of me

Mother is beyond mother,
She is life,
A part of nature,
the goddess from scripture
but humane as human
some times mistaken
by me and the world
the sweetest creature,
she forgives me
and gives me more

Mother is beyond mother
Carer of every relations
a neighbour, driver, sister
she fits in to be what I need
Mother, how do you begin
there is no ending,
how tiring is to keep caring
sticking with me
through thick and thin.

My Motherland, my mother,
Your heart is a boundless sea,
The kindest love you've offered,
Pouring endlessly on me.

In seasons fair and darkest night,
Your gentle hand has guided,
A constant, unwavering light,
In your warm embrace resided.

Yet shadows creep, the terror's touch,
A cruel and chilling reign,
Seeking to take far too much,
Bringing sorrow, bringing pain.

But sweet mother, strong and true,
Your kindness never wanes,
We stand as one, devoted to you,
Breaking these terror's chains.

This pest, this foe, we'll drive away,
With hearts united, righteously,
Together, till the final stand,
United, hand in loyal hand.