Should we tell you what we want?

Should we tell you what we want?

What we really, really want?

A helping hand when we require. Yes, even in the household chores

Why we were assigned them at birth, nobody really knows.

Y'all seem the best hosts when you go out of your way to serve guests

But it's in the daily deeds and the people who know you that you need to impress.

We don't deserve condescension. Don't command, demand, expect or order

Talk with us, not at us. Would a simple request be too much of a bother?

Spend time with the children. You know, they're yours too.

To know and to cherish and not just to brag about others to.

We're not just better or worse halves. We do make a whole on our own.

When given the opportunity, more than the brightest stars we've shone!

Flowers and gifts are beautiful. But those won't change our lives

What we need is respect as equals, when that happens it will truly be a beautiful surprise.

Angels have Fallen

Life might finally get better for the down-trodden

Let’s thank the heavens, coz the angels have fallen

 

They are badass, they are strong

They won't accept life done wrong

You won’t see their wings, you won’t see their halos

You’ll feel their presence when the unjust receive blows

They’re finally here among us, they don’t apologise

When they untiringly work to call out the bad guys

 

You might try to look for them but you really need to see

They work their wonders in ordinary ways, they look like you and me

When you look around and see injustice, plunder, deceit and lies

Get to work, you. You might be an angel in disguise.

Dying Fields, Dying We

Money may grow from trees,
But they don't really help trees grow
We keep telling the government
But, our needs, they ignore

Yes, subsidies and waivers help
They make the cross lighter
But the burden is still too heavy to bear
What with our pockets getting lighter

No water for our crops to grow
No water for us too
No water for a sustenance
The money won't bring water true

The fields are greener
On the other side. That's true.
The fields that have machines and fertilisers
The villages that have electricity too

The middle keeps growing
I mean, the men in the middle
They take away our harvest for a pittance
Are we just playing second fiddle?

Working dawn to dusk, we are
Burning our backs in the sweltering heat
Our families pushing themselves to their limits
Three meals, sometimes, is a great treat.

We can't promise our children a better fate than us
They must work with us in the field
We can't afford to send them to school
Until our farmlands truly bring yield

Even those who want and can give their children an education
The future doesn't hold much
A classroom barely lit, a room that's rubble
Is 1st standard a qualification as such?

We've protested, we've rallied, unions we formed
We've screamed ourselves hoarse, we've whispered our plea
Our fields are dying, can anyone hear us?
Our fields are dying and so are we...

Whirlwind

A whirlwind
in chaos and mayhem
looking for a bit a peace and quiet
they found each other

Now they are lost in their whirlwind

Hands

Her hands were delicate, slender
She created words with them
Words that travelled countries in the span of seconds
She brought colour to life
Charcoal, under her hand, dashed across the paper
Seamless on easels
Just like the black and white keys
That bent to her touch
They seemed to understand the beauty of submission
They were, after all, a means towards an end
An end that left listeners astounded.
Her hands were delicate, slender...

Miners

Miners
Wonder what they were looking for
Gold? Money?
Or love?

He needed to prove
that he could care for his wife-to-be

Mining
He put his life at risk for the life he loved

Shells

Wrinkles or ridges

Radiating

Natural beauty

Protecting preciousness

Floating on undulating waters

Seeking new shores

Shells

or her mother?