The richest soil is drenched in blood

The richest soil is drenched in blood
with ones smile, comes anothers tears
Look into a baby’s eyes,
wide, curious, innocent, yearning for love and care
wide, curious, innocent, yearning for love and care
A child who has done no wrong,

Eaten By Nightmares. Someday, We’ll Sleep

crave to enslave this bitter decaying memory
to the will power of My ‘heart’
to shred it to tiny pieces too small for the eye to see
but blindly resting my hand on it, it slits nd pricks
I beg my mother to open her eyes to me
lend me a lap to cry in, a shoulder to lean on

P L A C E.

I waited and waited,
For the one I thought who was.
The reason for my living
Who loved and treated.

Crippled by the vein,
Shattered by the kind
Who vanished from a place
That was once called mine.

Her voice was not silent

Her voice was not silent… it pierced viciously through thick clouds..
it met with my ears in the darkest nights and brightest days..
it struck my heart and echoed through my mind..
miles away from her suffering and missery..i try to relate..

His Response to The King

She has always had those long luscious lashes
With a blink of an eye, hurricanes does she scrounger
Crimson seeps into her high cheek bones
A twinkle in her eyes that outshine the stars
She never did play with barbies though..

The Time To Act Has Come…

They picked up their guns and weapons, because during that time that is all that they had….

Now we are picking up pens and pencils, because that is what we have… They give their lives for this mission…

Never Shall I Forget – Elie Wiesel

This is one of my favourite poems, it’s written by Holocaust survivor and Nobel Peace Prize Winner Elie Wiesel. I just read it this morning again, and it just hit me that history repeats itself, over, and over. While he was referring to Germany when writing this, the words are applicable to many countries of where genocide has and continues to happen.