Excluded

Separate places
Colourful
ugly faces
Religions, races
Hardships, sufferings
Not my creation
Only given reason
by fellow beings
colour not the same
Nor disposition
discrimination
In roots

Superiority

Why colour makes one better
Why creed puts one ahead
Grey matter inside the same
Burial must, when dead

Deliverance

Disguised as a flower
Gabriel spoke to me
Giving hope of
redemption
Showing uncharted territory

Where the heaven
meets the horizon
Trees in the forest
sing in unison
songs of praise
for the nature above

My deeds are weak
My words are hollow
Still the hope
allows me to speak

I go back to my forefathers
honour intact,
head held high
Being true to
my creed

For roaming the earth
Sowing the seeds
of happiness, courage,
contentment,
for a better world, indeed

AB 3 January, 2014
Photos AB Dec 2013