I Think Am loosing My Religion!
I'm on the verge of loosing my religion
Somebody must stop This madness
For what I see is the master Devil,Legion
But I will rest neither will I settle for less
These must come to an eternal halt
They are like different buses on transit to unkanown but common destination
Christianity,Islam,Hindu,Budhists all the same
To heaven To take they all claim
Somebody stop these, less I loose my Religion!
Oh Heavens I Beseech
Curl the blue sky and Rain me with ink that my pen won't drain
For I'll be Tempted to write with my own blood, Before I loose my religion And the will to live
And as You pour me with Rain InK
May You as well Shower Me with Wit
That I'll Know what not to write
That I Shed more Light
I think am loosing my religion for I pay for a miracle that will never Be
Churches are no longer Safe
Not even for the babyface
A bullet is lodged In baby CypriAn brain
That's why I demand rain
Mosques are no longer places of worship but classrooms For Murderers
Islam is no longer the religion of peace
In they Are carrying fire pieces
As Priest are busy selling Prayers to the poor
Sheikhs are all in delight for mass killings
Without a single shred of shame
They wine and dine as they claim Fame
No guilt will make them Quit
These Has To Stop Less I loose My RelIgion!!
[C]poetic ghibson.4th April 2014
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Wednesday, 9 April 2014
Is This The Change?!
IS THIS THE CHANGE?!
In arms our fore-fathers took to the forest with range
A time had come for freedom and change
With blood they sealed the change treaty
For their future grandChildren's treat
And now we're free I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
Through out their had and agonising fight
They had time for their loved one's plight
Children always looked forward to the evenings by the fire
For stories as the pot cooked
Now we're free I can't help bt wonder
Is this the Change?
Even after day's long work
Everything seems wrong
No one I eager to go home
I too want to stay a little longer
Tired to get home early only to languish in agony
Of seeing the dissapointed faces
Yet we're free ,I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
The touts tries in vain
To lure a group of uninterested home goers
I watch as he shouts hiked bus fares like a mad man
Its clear society has lost all welfare
And now we're free ,I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
And as it gets dark in the night
A beggar gives up and folds in his old mat
The streets are now in frenzy
And guards takes their position in the deserted alleys
Its no longer safe I conclude
And I too head home in the valleys
We 're free indeed but I can't help but wonder
Is this the change?
I leave behind a street crowded by hungry street urchins
For a Change I pass by the park And here anOther crowd is sitting watching the pigeons
Now I shake my head and wonder
Are free? Is this the change our fore-fathers ranged for
(C)poetic ghibson 17th March 2014
In arms our fore-fathers took to the forest with range
A time had come for freedom and change
With blood they sealed the change treaty
For their future grandChildren's treat
And now we're free I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
Through out their had and agonising fight
They had time for their loved one's plight
Children always looked forward to the evenings by the fire
For stories as the pot cooked
Now we're free I can't help bt wonder
Is this the Change?
Even after day's long work
Everything seems wrong
No one I eager to go home
I too want to stay a little longer
Tired to get home early only to languish in agony
Of seeing the dissapointed faces
Yet we're free ,I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
The touts tries in vain
To lure a group of uninterested home goers
I watch as he shouts hiked bus fares like a mad man
Its clear society has lost all welfare
And now we're free ,I can't help but wonder
Is this the Change?
And as it gets dark in the night
A beggar gives up and folds in his old mat
The streets are now in frenzy
And guards takes their position in the deserted alleys
Its no longer safe I conclude
And I too head home in the valleys
We 're free indeed but I can't help but wonder
Is this the change?
I leave behind a street crowded by hungry street urchins
For a Change I pass by the park And here anOther crowd is sitting watching the pigeons
Now I shake my head and wonder
Are free? Is this the change our fore-fathers ranged for
(C)poetic ghibson 17th March 2014
who cares for the ghetto?!
Who Cares For The Ghetto!!
Nobody cares for the ghetto
A place where only the unfortunate settle
Not Even the garbage collector
Nobody want to empty bins with no butter cans in the gutter
Who cares for the ghetto?
The home of pain and societal disdain
Nothing comes out plain
Onother look on the bills
And a mother pops onother pill
Not that she is ill
But end months brings no thrill
The voice of the landlady and fear shrills
Nothing seems sure
Anything can happen,especially the worst
Even the guards are afraid of their own shadows
Anxiety hangs in the air like disturbed cobwebs
Tension speak louder with the aid of irritating oduor
Does anybody care for the ghetto?
[C]gibsonthepoet 2014
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Nobody cares for the ghetto
A place where only the unfortunate settle
Not Even the garbage collector
Nobody want to empty bins with no butter cans in the gutter
Who cares for the ghetto?
The home of pain and societal disdain
Nothing comes out plain
Onother look on the bills
And a mother pops onother pill
Not that she is ill
But end months brings no thrill
The voice of the landlady and fear shrills
Nothing seems sure
Anything can happen,especially the worst
Even the guards are afraid of their own shadows
Anxiety hangs in the air like disturbed cobwebs
Tension speak louder with the aid of irritating oduor
Does anybody care for the ghetto?
[C]gibsonthepoet 2014
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