The Littlest Lights

It's always the littlest lights

The ones that flicker

The ones that waver

At the slightest attempt to put them out.

It's always the littlest ones.

Give them space to breathe

And a chance to grow
They'll steadily learn to shine
Even when the tough winds blow

And you'll see their light dance in your eyes.

It's always the littlest lights.

Some wrongs are forever

As she sat with her 4 year old

Teaching him how to read and write;

She decided to take the lesson further

And also teach him wrong from right.

“Freedom comes with boundaries”, she told him,

“Each person has their own space.

“Your freedom doesn’t allow you to invade their boundaries.

Promise me you’ll never bring me disgrace!”

Trying to figure out what his mother meant

He listened to her attentively, unfazed

“Every time you choose to act,” she told him, “Remember,

“There are some actions that can never be erased!”

My angel in disguise

The universe heard a prayer

Sent up to the sun and skies,

“We need help here on Earth

Could you send down an angel in disguise?”

So the Earth was blessed with…

Well, she just looked human.

She was just like the rest of us.

What was God proovin’?

Then we began to see the wonders

This human could do.

Her wide eyes and infectious laugh

Affected others too.

Her magic slowly began to appear

When she sought to help others in need.

She didn't know that was to be her calling

Her vocation, her good deed.

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows;

There've been plenty of falls.

She picked herself up, brushed herself off

And trudged onward through it all.

Battered and worn

Like a well-weathered stone,

She emerges like a diamond.

Through​ the process, she has grown.

Her brilliance lights other's lives

Guiding them to the right path.

Her heart is the fireplace we need

To bring warmth to our home and hearth.

Some angels forget they are angels

In their struggles on this Earth.

But we should always send up a prayer of thanks

For the day they were given birth!

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