Silent Voices

Hurdles

89 I am my chassis; My soft body Needs some respect. Okada-man, Stop rush-riding; Take me slowly, I need my life. I need a breeze, And not a bruise; Take me slowly We shall arrive. Hurdles This earth, So full of hurdles, So too many It’s hard to realise One’s life’s dreams In calculated time. For these earthly hurdles To surmount, O’ Lord, may you consider Recreating the Universe. Reconstruct Mother Earth, O’ Lord of Lords, Man her with winged humans, Like angels on high, Creatures that disobey Laws favouring retarding powers. Create a new Universe, 90 O’ Lord of Host, A new Earth where hurdles Are no hurdles, To put to utter shame Man’s restraining forces. Give me total freedom, O’ Lord, Reconstruct me with wings, Empower me to flout Hurdles planted in my way Man’s architecture to slow, Block the march to my dreams. Fatal Heat (Lamentation of the Oppressor, written 29 0ctober 2010) Long tortured In my silent oppression, They’ve turned the heater on; My face profusely sweats. Their hearts melt my steel, My head reels and spins; Their cowardice’s fading away, Courage usurping in mounts. They’ve put away Their garment of tolerance And put on Their amour of fury; They’ve extinguished Their craving for peace ...