The murderous eagle earns a worthy name.
The vulture eats the dead and dies in blame.
Where I Was Born
When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.
Salutes Without Guns
Sometimes it is wiser to board the 'tolerance ship'
for it sails smoothly throughout the seas of life.
15/09/2011
No fraud escapes the searching hands of light.
And falsehoods, sown, germinate in shame.
Where I Was Born
When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.
Salutes Without Guns
Peace cannot exist without happiness which cannot exist without freedom which cannot exist without life. Some people fight for freedom and some people die for freedom but what is freedom really... without life...
21/09/2011
It’s not in caution that man’s safety lies
Or in timid silence when he ought to speak.
An end awaits the valiant as the weak.
Even the dumb dies.
Where I Was Born
They strain the aqueous world in which we live
And worsen their woes who look back and grieve.
Salutes Without Guns
If the land of our fathers
stabs us like adders
are we still obliged to love it,
to nod our assent to its blind conceit,
and cultivate patriotism
in a loveless acre
massed with rocks?
Where I Was Born
Why do the faithful shrink
From the embrace
Of “eternal bliss”?
Why would they rather cling
To the flesh
Even by the thinnest shred
Of their crumbling skin?
What gives
Such honeyed taste
To earthly life?
Salutes Without Guns
Fame from wealth and power departs with wealth and power;
Fame from art and virtue endures the eternal hour.
Salutes Without Guns
The fear of death does not make a Methuselah,
Nor does the love of life or its taking.
Where I Was Born
Why do the faithful shrink
From the embrace
Of “eternal bliss”?
Why would they rather cling
To the flesh
Even by the thinnest shred
Of their crumbling skin?
What gives
Such honeyed taste
To earthly life?
Salutes Without Guns
Fools, thinking they can see tomorrow,
Ignore today the wrongful paths they follow,
Ignore as well the shadows cast
By their dark and crooked past.
Salutes Without Guns
Those who build in the heart live in the heart.
Those who build in the mind live in the mind.
And though they pass on, they never die.
Where I Was Born
If the hope of eternal bliss does not annul
The pain of bereavement, wherefore, then,
Does death not sting or is grave not victorious at all –
Over us: as yet the earthbound, mortal sons of men?
Salutes Without Guns
Life is a fraction of others and yourself. It's up to you how much part would you give to yourself.
In their desperate ways some kings are sure
To invoke corruption to besmear the pure.
Where I Was Born
If the promise of resurrection does not void
The agony of separation with our loved
Ones, why, then, must we – mere mortals – avoid
Admitting grave’s victory over us and our beloved?
Salutes Without Guns
Love is a rational expression between you and other.... The other is the numerator and you are the denominator. The larger you give value to the denominator, the lesser the value of the expression.
Is a sting effaced by a pain that proves to be brief?
Or a victory not its kind for being short-lived?
Salutes Without Guns
Fools die and praise their fatherland in vain
Or extol a vain throne while they suffer pain.
Where I Was Born
Is a sting effaced by a pain that proves to be brief?
Or a victory not its kind for being short-lived?
Salutes Without Guns
