I may be silent
but my heart will
deafen you

India is a bird
In the map
Ready to soar.

Bengal and Assam
A wing.
Gujarat and Rajasthan
Another.

The pinnacle
Jammu Kashmir
Gazes.

Delhi and Punjab
Stirs the body.

Kerala
Hangs on tail
A stylet.

LOOK

A vulture feeds corses ?

A myena that sings ?

In London zoo a lion escaped
They forgot to lock his cage
It disappeared into the night
Hungry, filled with rage

Poor old Brian had lost his job
His life had hit the skids
His wife moved in with his mate
She also took his kids

He hit the bottle pretty hard
He started to get ill
His grandma died, he got the call
Turns out she had a will

She had millions in the bank
And she left it all to Brian
But on his way to cash the cheque
He was eaten by a lion.....

Across the Serengeti  
The fierce maned lions roared
Lands of the dark continent will soon be no more
The tusked grey elephants roaming few in number
Will exist only in legend and lore

The ancient rich soil
Ripped apart and torn
Thick oil
Poison shiny and deadly
Washes up on pristine white shores

Black deep tunnels
Punctured and violated the ground
For the shiny chunks of yellow gold desired by man
The glittering priceless diamond  stones

People unwillingly forced from their lands
By many foreign companies insatiable greed
Are growing with anger and resentment
The beginning of revolutions seed

Cleanse the evil infiltrating  your country
If need be charge them with high crimes
Allowing Africa to retain its stately beauty
It has possessed since the beginning of time

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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Jan.10, 2014

As I hear
The sound of the drums
Making their way through the farms
Rumbling, shaking and breaking the grounds..
I know I'm somewhere to be found

Struggle
Of our ancestors
Which gave us
Liberty
Their sacrifices
Are never forgotten
They live long
In our hearts
Their memories
Are preserved
Without their
Sacrifice
We cannot
Imagine our Life
A tribute to all
From our side

I never knew what beauty was until I saw him
With every imperfection,
With every stumble,
and with every stutter,
My heart knocks hard inside my chest
Trying to escape
Hoping to be captured by his warm, calloused fingers.
And you don't even know who I am

That day you bumped into me
I dropped all my books
You helped me pick them up
And I got to look into your eyes
They were a lovely color
Not even Picasso could recreate
And you still don't even know who I am

We bumped into one another again at a party
You slurred apologies and "excuse me's"
And I laughed it off
Trying to Ignore the fact that your hand was creeping on my waist
Your fingertips igniting sparks in my skin
You held your deep gaze with your Picasso-colored eyes
And dragged me into a room tripping over nothing
I thought you finally knew who I was

The next day at school you bumped into me again
You had dropped my phone
This time you didn't pick it up
And you walked away without a second glance or apology
And you still don't even know who I am