Don't clench the fist...

Don't clench the fist!

Don't clench the fist,
It is not a physical war,
It is mental,
It is spiritual,
Don't clench the fist,
You wouldn't be able to hold a hand,
Open the hand,
So that a blessing might be received,
When received stop clinging to the things,
Let them pass through you,
Let the blessing flow,
Be blessed but bless another too,
Otherwise clinging to things,
You wouldn't be able to shake a hand,
You wouldn't be able to give a hug,
You wouldn't be able to receive one,
You wouldn't be able to carry your baby,
Don't clench a fist,
But if you must,
Make it mental,
Make it spiritual,
Let your target not be man,
Make it evil and every negative ism.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

What Colour/What race????

What Colour/What race????

Strip the multicolored skin,
For evidence of closer kin,
The color of the blood,
Gushing in a flood,
When a black man bleeds,
Because a white man leads,
Or the other way round,
We need to come around,

Take away the scalp on the skull,
Just a brain beneath the skull,
Neither white nor black,
Like all the organs beneath the belly sack,
The color of the bones,
Unlike the different kinds of stones,
Is the same across race,
We are all tied by a human lace,

Tighter than we will ever know,
A better/clearer sight will show,
That beneath the color of the skin,
We are a closer kin,
All wanting the same basic needs,
Driven by the same Divine creeds,
So we have to show a better love,
Confront division in the human clove,

Love transcends all high walls,
Reaching to all noble calls,
Smile and care are eloquent in every language,
Can be a good race gauge,
So let us mock our divisions with healing,
Celebrate our differences without killing,
Look beyond the the skin of every human,
And just see a man/woman,

For...
What is the color of care?
What is the race of love?
What is the tribe of a smile?
What is the village of compassion?
What is the dialect of a hug?
What is the mother tongue of a kiss?
What is the color of sex?
Answer please, answer, answer, answer!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Child Labour

Child Labour.


Not writing about a pregnant woman’s child labour,
But about child labour,
About child prostitution,
And child destitution,
About children in the army,
When they should be with their mommy,
About children in factories,
And children in industries,
Who work hardest,
Their jobs the crudest,
Their pay minimal,
Their treatment animal,
About children hawking,
And children working,
When they should be in school,
Studying to make their future cool,
This is what we, God and nature are against,
This is what we need arms against,
Not guns and bombs,
To multiply the tombs,
We need love and peace,
To regain every valuable piece,
To negotiate a bright future,
Which follows the laws of nature,
To avoid to get the future complicated,
We need to get our children educated.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Opportunity!

Opportunity!

When the stormy winds gather,
They carry the seeds of opportunity,
Chase not your seed away,
Put up the sail,
Catch the wind,
Hands on the oars,
Use adversity to steer your rocking boat,
On the backbone of prayer,
To your destiny,
You only see the small picture,
There is a grander plan,
There is a bigger story,
More beautiful that you'll ever know,
But it is written with the ink of adversity,
On a vast sky of impossibility,
Hinging on countless possibility,
It is defined by risky periphery,
Only safe in the Hands of the Almighty.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary.

Weeping World!

Weeping world!

Can you hear the world's rueful cries,
As the human conscience fries,
In the fiery furnace of extreme compromise,
Fanned by the flames of extreme lack of compromise,

Shedding tears of war,
Flowing thoughts from an inhuman core,
Fountain of blood from battle,
From unborn children slaughtered like cattle,

Can you hear the thunderous protest of lightening,
Caterwauls which court an enlightening,
Can you hear the quakes,
Protest for the hungry in need of flakes,

What about those who live in abuse,
Abusers in dire need to be disabused,
What about those who mask their fears,
And only their pillows in the mask of night know their tears,

What about the causing of pain,
Which always comes around with more pain/no gain,
What about the suffocation of hope,
Stifling a people's ability to cope,

The world weeps,
So much it causes floods,
The world weeps,
In so much agony the tears are blood.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Compassion!

Compassion!

When we see ourselves,
In the weaknesses of fellow man,
We unlock a floodgate of compassion,
Which aids our passion to reach out.

Many times the things we condemn,
Are the things we do,
So when we judge another,
We judge ourselves.

Arrrh but that core human instinct,
To be better than another,
Can be a dark cloud to common sense and reason,
Seek to be better than former self,
That can be as former as one second ago.

In order to feel like a saint,
We are quick to demonize,
It is alright to firmly but lovingly say its wrong,
Tough love if you will,
But neither judge nor condemn,
That's God's prerogative,
Only He knows enough to Judge.


© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Nothing like the love of a mother!

Nothing like the love of a mother!

For nine months they carry an extra load,
To work, to the toilet, to bed,
With all the sickness it comes with,
Never complaining, only enduring,
Focused on the glee of that day,
When the life God incubates in them,
Transitions to earth,

Then with a very excruciating birth pang,
And all the strength and grace God can give,
They push in birth the life they nursed in them,
May even cry in the process,
Before the baby cries,
In that first drink of earthly air,
As evidence of new life,

Yet after birth motherhood has still only begun,
It is more the raising and upbringing than the birth,
More tiring days and sleepless nights set in,
Painful adjustments to accomodate this new call,
A woman's noblest call,
A call to rock the cradle,
And as she rocks the cradle she rocks the world,
The mothers shape the future of the world,

With every life in them they love,
They nourish and care, fiercely protect,
They nurse and hang in there,
Through the bitterest storms,
They stay in there to savor,
And share our best accomplishments,
Yes, there is nothing, nothing in the whole wide world,
Like the love of a good mother,
She may not have a biological child of her own,
Yet a mother to one and all,

That is why even in the evening of my life,
At a ripe old age,
I will still be mama's baby,
I celebrate you mom,
And if you know a mama like mine,
Pomp a fist of celebration in the air,
Find the time, make the time,
Tell and show mom you appreciate her love,

You rock mom, you rock,
You are better and stronger than a rock,
Yet soft like a drifting fog,
There is nothing like a good mother's love.

© 2010 Afeseh ngwa hilary.