Meghan Bright
Silence of Tears
Mother, may I say a word?
My voice is small, I am unheard. I see the people in the street Their fists held high, the square they meet? Some hold a shoe and walk on by, This makes no sense, please tell me why? My child, you must say no more Such men just make our work the more. I see the ones who fight for might Some will not come to home this night They ask for food and walk on by, This makes no sense, but do not cry. Unmindful
Boredom will fulfill not one mind.
It's an empty hand, none-of-a-kind. Where the body somehow purposely loses The game of what one enjoyably chooses. Such punishment for the lack of creation Is awareness of a mindless preoccupation. 
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A Libyan War Song
I opened a window
Some said it was wrong. The image reflected A sad unsung song. I called out for justice, A crime you took back. You silenced my query And painted me black. The time has now come For truth has been sought All reason for treason Dishonor has brought. My voice is now heard Though none can undo What tragic life trauma Such evil can do. |
In the Name of Love
Along the merry road we talked
from Galway to Derry conversations sparked. Religion, politics and astrology too, our minds & hearts shared just one view. "My Anam Cara," you said to me, "Come home and meet my family!" But once my surname was asked and spoken; All deals were off and my heart left broken. Grains of Sand
So unwittingly do they play
Together beyond a willful stay Occupying a small place in time All whilst under careful control By the forces of mother nature Careful attention to the dearest No concern but for the moment Two small children in a sandbox. 21 December 2012
Calendars have long since changed
From Julian to Gregorian, Dating back now rearranged Reforming time 11 days latter! Prophetic threads as yet unsewn A world now rests its 21st chatter And end of time remains unknown But future woven is another matter. |