"babba" poems
What's greater than spoken words,
Yet poets flip them seamlessly?
What's Sharper than a Samurai's swords,
Yet great warriors used them bravely?
What's better than a woman's tender body,
Yet some men abuse them repeatedly?
What's purest than the tears she sheds
Yet it flows when she sobs quietly?
What's better than a mother's love
Yet she gives it so unconditionally?
What's more precious than a human life,
Yet many men live ever so carelessly?
What's more disappointing than Donald Trump,
Yet some Americans love him dearly?
Who came up with the idea of slavery,
Yet the world refuses to apologize openly?
Who invented the deadly assault rifles,
That people ****** innocent kids with remorselessly?
Who actually built the pyramids
That to this day, stands rigidly?
What's the function of the U.N,
Why are nations warring perpetually?
Why is it so impossible for mankind
To have peace, live and love harmoniously?
Where's justice for my queen mother
And the innocent people killed senselessly?
Why don't we appreciate the creation of this beautiful earth,
Why do we continue to destroy and mismanage it simultaneously?
Who came up with the concept of religion,
How did God Almighty become
A part of the prosperity Gospel industry?
Why do Rastafarians
Call him Jah,
Who are the true Christians,
Why do Muslims call him Allah?
Who named the Lord Jesus,
And why do priests proclaim
Peace unto us?
Who are Hindus,
What is the story about krishna?
Why do others worship
Budha?
Why do witch doctors
call him Babba,
Why do others believe
In no God,
But pray to the universe?
Why don"t they honor his word,
Yet from the bible quote a verse,
And when things falls apart,
They cry in his name?
What really is that?
Oh what a contradiction
And a big shame!
IvanBrooksPoetry©
7/6/2018
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
" My baby. We missed you. I'm so glad you're finally home", my mother said as she hugged me tightly.
Beth and Jane were next. Jane took hold of my carriage and wheeled my luggage outside.
" Your father is bringing the car around", she said with a faint smile.
For some reason it seemed like she was finding it difficult to look me in the eye.
I analyzed her face, it looked puffy and even though I had only been away for three months, she looked older to me. Something was different. I saw my dad's car round the corner and park the car in front of us. He came around and kissed me, "hi honey". "Hi Babba".
He proceeded to fill the trunk with my bags. The car ride home was quiet.
I had so much to tell them, but the mood wasn't right. This wasn't familiar. We were awkward.
Later that night, my mother came into my room. She sat down on my bed, shaking, her eyes biting back tears.
I could tell she was battling with herself. Then, I watched as her defenses slipped and she completely fell apart.
Seeing a character, who to me had become untouchable, bulletproof even, completely shatter before me was heart breaking.
It nearly tore me apart. My heartbeat quickened, I could feel the blood rushing, rising to my head, burning my insides as it climbed.
My shakes became one with hers. Her complexion went pale; I watched the color drain.
She looked at me with searching eyes. Eyes that said please forgive me, please understand, It's just something I have to do.
And suddenly, the realization hit me, CLICK and it all made sense; I knew.
My eyes must have shifted, pupils must have dilated, I must have faltered.
Because the only words she could seem to get out were "I'm sorry"."
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC