Prayer of a young soul

Money grows on trees
No one sleeps on streets
Rich redistributes
Helping communities

Consciences are clear
Sapiens have a say
Government hears

No obscene wages
Humans have dignity
No fight in cages

Hard work is paid
Life is fair
Hope lives in masses
No despair

When nature strikes hard
Lives are lost
Humanity responds
Thick and fast

Armies disbanded
Wars not around
Nature cured
Food abound

Can we live
Without screams
of poor’s pains
I pray, I dream

AB 11 December, 2013
Photography: AB December, 2013

Memories

It only takes a minute

for Bishop to enter the church

to say your vows

forgetting old rows

to call for forgiveness

to repent, and dent

that aloof stance

that all is nothing

I am the only thing

In town, don’t frown

Truth is hard, get up, go

And show, there is still some

humility, decency, humble currency

left, otherwise soon you retire, expire

so will your acts, tacts,

No few second memories

Just void, devoid of smile

as soon as beep goes flat

 

 

Priorities

If life is a race
to the top
you realise
conceptualise

doesn’t really matter
how much you stall
at the end you fall
Gravity pulls hard

all what ultimately
logically, if unwilling then
sometimes tragically
belongs to earth’s bosom

pick a colour
from soul’s prism
as long as it has love
humility and care

take your time, dig deep
for a perfect spot
to lie in loving,
embrace of our mother