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Man: His Own Enemy
Somewhere in Bagdad,
A bomb goes boom.
Broken legs, broken arms;
Broken souls, broken lives.
Crushed bones, crushed hearts.
Dead bodies, dead homes.
Shattered building, shattered dreams.
– A battle for supremacy.
– A statement of might.
Somewhere in Libya,
Men, women, boys and girls are chained.
Mothers. Fathers. Brothers. Sisters.
Sons. Daughters. Husbands. Wives.
Vended off as slaves to fellow men.
– A means for pelf. A trade. A market.
– The wickedness of man against man.
Somewhere in my neighbourhood,
A young man shouts in his sleep.
He coughs blood. Breathes his last.
A widow. One son. One daughter.
A dead father. Three living dead.
A witch was unknowingly offended.
– A punishment, a consequence.
– A show of spiritual superiority.
Man: his own enemy.
Humanity: her own foe.
Even if the bride’s name is Felicity
And the groom’s cognomen is Happiness,
Let it be known that this is no guarantee
That their wedlock won’t be beset by sadness.
Even, if at Olympus, they had their marriage
In the sight of many a heav’nly witness,
It’s no certainty that on their wedlock’s stage
With them forever would abide great goodness.
For when two mortals essay to become one,
Discordance and friction are sure to appear
As obstacles to getting worthy things done
For they steer the ship of progress to the rear
But with mutual friendliness, love and respect;
Success shall be achieved in every aspect.
Through the clouds,
The sun may not break
But Helios goes nowhere.
absence he feigns.
On few – awful – nights,
He’s missing altogether
And on some
– awesome – nights,
He comes off as Selene:
A lustrous reminder
Of his constancy.
Beyond the cirrus,
And the cirrocumulus,
The bright orb remains.
The laden nimbus
That home in your sky.
Welcome the rains.
Brave the thunders.
Lo! A pleasing petrichor,
A rhapsodic spring,
Behold! A stirring summer
Suffused with sweet songs.