I
What happens when conflicts and wars cease?
When humanity stops being ill at ease?
What happens in a world where there is peace?
Every child paid for school fees.
ii
You and I blame him for being wrong.
Will we ever learn to get along?
iii
I rise only to see those that need a helping hand
And I am ashamed by the sun when she pours love
On us all like doves above.
The latter cause, we get funds,
Only to divert them then struggle for land
iv
How much innocence has been lost
By wars which escalate the most?
V
Let us not get drunk for wars,
But drink from a *** of peace to
Quench our thirst.
Let peace be through humanity.
                                                               by Kitaka Alex

To you grandma,
Centuries bear me witness
For I have held mother with honor.
With words of love
That envy doves
As they fly above.
Words of praise
That made the sun question its' purpose for the rise.

I honor mother with words of love and praise,
And this is to you grandma,
Your are a mother too.
You mothered mother, my mother.
So let this come out boldly.
Morning sunshine,
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Have you talked to grandma?
Remember when you needed to smile
And sweet grandma provided the reason to?
Birds singing,
Don’t make a fool of yourselves.
Remember when you needed a tune
And sweet grandma provided with a fortune?
Butterflies waking, spreading wings so expanse,
You look so ridiculous.
Is that how sweet grandma taught you to?
I beseech the wind today.
Whichever direction you are taking,
Recall when you needed a sense of direction and ran to her.
Flowers happy about,
Are you blind?

Dear Mother,
It is me your son. I am writing to you on a note that I know based on my knowledge gathered from this never ending walk in this forest of books and experience.
To thank the lord above.
To thank the lord below
The lord on the sides
The lord within you.
Happy Women’s day grandma
Happy women’s day mother.
This is my way of celebrating and playing with words. Painting them with colors of the rainbow.
You are but rainbows in so many lives
Oh Mother…..Oh! Mother of mine.
How bright is the light?
Flowing from you
Like star rays in all ways.
Grace, show your face today
If you aren’t ashamed.
Let us see you and Mom.
Quick words, quick words quick words of light.
Might we compare your actions to the lilies in the valleys?
So your son comes to the conclusion of this letter. I still have my pen and paper.
Happy women’s day to you.
Abundance of peace and Love always.
                                                 by Kitaka Alex

I stole a star tonight
And the sky expelled me from the galaxy.
I stole quick recovery,
I stole wealth for the Body,
Mind and Soul.
And this, embroidered in words,
I stole for you, Mom.