Innocent Blood

I’m a passerby in a shoot out,

a Helmandian under fire,

a commuter at a bomb scene,

a saint in the noose.

I am innocent blood.

Why d’you want to shed me and behead me?

Freeze…

and take back the bullet you fed me.

I’m an orphan on the sidewalk,

an old man in a stampede,

a daughter on the pavement,

a son in the streets.

I am innocent blood.

Why d’you want to shed me and behead me?

Freeze…

and take back the bullet you fed me.

I’m a pensionless pensioner,

an activist with no rights,

a pauper with dependents

I’m tomorrow without a future.

I am innocent blood.

Why d’you want to shed me and behead me?

Freeze…

and take back the bullet you fed me.

I’m a story without a teller,

a mind without a means,

a being without a life…

I’m blood stains on your hands.

I am innocent blood.

Why did you shed me and behead me?

Its too late…

to take back the bullet you fed me.

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Spring is here

Rays of warm sunshine beaming gently on my face –

teasing the earth,

beckoning blooms.

The grass slowly springing to life;

the horizon clear,

the fields fiercely flowering –

as if avenging the season past.

 

Drifts of butterflies landing gently on the flowers –

pistil kissing,

beckoning fruits.

The trees slowly springing to life;

the air is sweet,

tinged trees towering –

Wishing this would forever last.

 

Come forth O’ spring;

Come forth and sing,

Come forth and bring.

Come do your thing

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The Yin and the Yang

Every night when I drop into bed

 

I think about the practicality

 

and the possibility

 

of uniting the binaries;

 

so that I can –

 

one day –

 

sleep with peace of mind.

 

 

 

Can we really?…

 

Unite

 

The rich and the poor,

 

The oppressor and oppressed,

 

The coloured and not,

 

The left and the right?

 

 

 

It’s not that easy to

 

Unite

 

The Jew and the Muslim,

 

The wild and the prudent,

 

the Tamils and their neighbours,

 

The old skool and the new.

 

 

 

Can one convince

 

The defensive to drop their shields

 

and

 

The attackers their spears?

 

Can the Bible thumper and the Hafiz

 

sit down to a cup-a-tea?

 

Can Shankill Road be a haven

 

for those of Falls?

 

Cant the KKK and the Panthers

 

make amends?

 

 

 

Unite

 

The blondes and the brunettes,

 

The Boers and the Xhosa,

 

The Brahmin and the tramps,

 

The master and the servant.

 

 

 

I went to sleep today

 

and tried to reconcile the binaries:

 

My head and my pillow,

 

My love and my hate,

 

My heart and my mind,

 

My hope and my state.

 

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The Fountain of Youth

Dry throat. No water –

This valley needs a stream to flow through it.

Like a match-maker with no daughters;

This throat would do with some fluid.

 

Dry throat. No water –

I’ve got an empty cup that needs filling.

Like the thirst of a desert porter;

I need a tap to start spilling.

 

So let’s dip it in the youth fountain;

Raise this cup and stare at it –

Pour it down and start counting,

And quench our thirst while we’re at it.

 

Take your cup and walk forward –

Turn the tap and start filling;

It’ll take you higher ‘f you were lowered,

It’ll amplify your heart’s feelings.

 

We had dry throats but we got water.Image

Sensei

I will leave my shoes at the door and walk in, learned one.

I will sit infront of you – you facing me;

A book between us.

Teach me, Mwalimu.

 

I will leave my toys at the door and walk in, learned one.

I will learn how to play – you gaming me;

A book between us.

Teach me, Maestro.

 

I will leave my knowledge at the door and walk in learned one.

I will listen to your words – you telling me;

A book between us.

Teach me, Aalim.

 

I will leave my ego at the door and walk in learned one.

I will keep my head down – you praising me;

A book between us.

Teach me, Teacher.

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Our Home

You have the right to move freely within your home.

 

 

 

 

We have the right to lounge in the lounge

 

and defecate in the toilet.

 

 

 

 

We have the right to bathe in the bathroom

 

and cook up monstrous meals in the kitchen.

 

 

 

 

We have the right to kick-start reproduction in our bedrooms

 

at whichever time we choose.

 

 

 

 

We have the right to slowly stride along the corridor

 

and adore hung-up works of art.

 

 

 

 

We have the right to sit outside

 

on the porch

 

and watch the sun rise with all its majesty.

 

 

 

 

You have the right to pass freely within your home

 

without let or hindrance.

 

 

 

 

So sod the visas,

 

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The Overdose

I’ve overdosed on sanity.

I see too much and so I know too much.

Yeah, that’s right; I want too much.

Take me back to reality,

Protect me from people’s vanity.

I know too much because I see too much.

Yeah right; I’ve overdosed on sanity.

 

This life is like a blu-ray disc on replay,

day after day:

When the sun sets I loose my memory, refresh,

then press play and watch the grass hay.

 

This life is like a virgin beach:

I wake up in the morning to catch the fish,

sell it to villagers for their lunchtime dish,

hangout with my fellows – and when the dark conquers

I lie in bed and make a wish.

 

This life is like fishing in the blue ocean of the deep; hunting sting-ray:

This time in a yacht with my disc on play; listening to conscious material,

sipping on coffee to last me all day – decoding dolphin sonars –

What did YOU say?

 

I’ve overdosed on sanity.

I see too much and so I know too much.

Yeah, that’s right; I want too much?

Take me back to reality,

Protect me from people’s vanity.

I know too much because I see too much?

Yeah right; I’ve overdosed on sanity

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