Everyone would call her a hero Carrying yet another soon to be orphaned child to safety Leading group after group destined for destruction Down the railway track of hope Fighting not only the threat of death But nature’s cold frigid grasp Her own safety in the balance every time She returned over and over again Man, woman or child equally saved The risks were great the reward greater In a time and age of war With no regards to race, color or creed Cruelty unbound She plodded on Exhaustion filling the mind with thoughts of giving up Yet her drive and spirit refused to cave in Each trip meant more would live How could she stop now One day when all was said and done Would they remember her or her deeds It didn’t matter because this was about them She knew the way And would light the path To a life which would grow and flourish Her reward the look of relief on their faces When they realized they had made it to the end of the line Freedom was waiting
tanks are marching over my soul bombs are dynamite for sight it is unbearable (if you can't ease) the pain the anger the grief helplessness and terror they sculpture our souls raising citadelles to dwell
I weep words for time not to freeze it is cruelty that shuts down the mind
countless lives are played at the roulette the geometry of power is mutilating everything especially the birth of reality my fragility like velvet is soft to touch. the trajectory of erratic steps, the fragility and the strength of the world are visible through bones of glass
hatred is a force that keeps the center spinning, not turning into a black hole
we are close the tyrant pushes himself on the brink the naive world has fortgotten - tanks are marching over bodies carrying the brightest of light - the event-horizon of death
This world...our world , got it's differences.. It held a beautiful statistics..a brilliant geometry of lives..
People sketched, the unnecessary graphs.. in the name of castes , colour , gender , nationality and what not!! Hence created the ugliest line of division.. about ,who can be the numerator and be above the community line.. and who can be the denominator and live under the poverty line..
Some crafted wealthiest names..while others had to hide their tears under unfinished roofs.. Some chased for their own rise...while others have to eat the only rotten rice..
Multiplied the division deliberately.. Added up the differences wanting-ly..
We should evaporate the boundaries , we drew in our life's charts.... should redefine our lives , to decrease the death rates...
Let's choose humanity over cruelty.. Helping over hindering.. Love over hate..
Remember ,we all are alike.. 'cause every being has to make their first cry after birth.. 'cause every being has it's last breath.. every being has to breathe till death.. every being have to bleed when cut..
Math's creating the difference!! Science finding the solution.. Humanity is being jailed behind the bars of human's hearts!!!
~ Poor deluded brute he waves his sword in orchestration to a ruthless symphony played for miserable centuries: the running of the bulls "sketches of pain" some monsters come decked out in hat and cape inside the arena of his pride where he hears the chant within the arts of cowardice and cruelty where he envisions the feathered crown
Gala! Gala! "how to see the toreador" lost as San Fermín pricked by hairpin pierced by ragged horn suerte de la muerte (luck of death) foreshadowing Hemingway turns into the troubled sun and underneath his muleta a deep red blood alchemy his fame spilling out in drips and drabs as the crowd sings 'Pobre de Mí (Poor Me)' to the mystic stab of church bells ~
There's no forgiveness for what I did! For you and your crimes And your horrors And 'evil deeds, Always There'll be always A Word, a good opinion To have and think about. There's no forgiveness for what I did!
There can't be forgiveness for what I did. You, on the other hand, For you all due respect. You and those horrors You had to do, You had to do. Respect: how else to terrify Your enemy So cruel... For you, all due respect. Amen
- I don't know what I could have done in any past life, said the girl, to deserve this!
"God rest the good man's soul." When someone can love you someone can Save you.