Catalysed by the dimming hourglass sand
Dusky shadows scan life-spans, and
Write prescriptions for the dyads retired:
Resuscitate self in the time deceased
Together wherein you had breathed;
Assimilate afresh with that solitary crowd
Finding each other wherein
You were lost forever in unison.
Barefoot, walk again
Those expanses pristine
Retracing footsteps in the sandy grains
Those unfathomed meadows- do attain.
Discover afresh, routes to self.
In the aching hearts- rhyme afresh
With the rushing red;
Enliven the eyes that wouldn’t bat
Glued in wait behind the doors shut
Steer self your time-tattered boat
To the rendezvous that still awaits you
As a promise residue.
– Bimal Saigal
In the realm, where shadows sway,
lies the elusive quest for power’s way.
Whispers of ambition’s silent flight. Guide the cunning through the shroud of night.
Amidst this dance of dark allure, Where cunning hearts seek to procure.
Each step calculated game,
In the theater of power’s claim.
Concealed intentions, veiled in art, forge allegiance, outsmart.
Court attention with calculated flair, command the stage, ensnare.
Keep others dependent, bind their fate,
Control the strings, strengthen your state.
State their needs with a careful hand,
Assert dominion over your land.
– Lloyd Daley
If yesterday came with many challenges,
That gave you a bad attitude;
Do not alter today’s gratitude,
by wearing yesterday’s bad attitude.
As being cruel means you have to be rude,
Which you caught from a bad attitude;
An attitude of being rude, is a feud, So don’t be sad, when someone finds the fortitude,
To let you know, your habitude,
Is like a rotten tooth,
And soon you will be in solitude;
Because of your bad attitude.
– Stacey Fowler
Look how di pickney dem a dead
Look how di pickney dem a dead
Who no stab eena heart
Get shot eena head
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Look how di yute dem
A kill one anodda
Look how di yute dem
A tun likkle shotta
Di likkle yute a buss di ratatata
Adults incinerate dem
Like it no matter
Look how di pickney dem a dead
Look how di pickney dem a dead
Dem get shot a Africa
Dem bun up a March Pen
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Look how di pickney dem
Dead!!
Look how di pickney dem
Dead!!
Shot up baby Downtown
Is di same crap again
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Two year old a dead
Three year old a dead
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Shot up Schoolers a Mobay
Is di same ting again
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
This violence ‘gainst children
When it aggo end?
More intervention
Needed fi save dem
Wi no waan no more
Yute life fi end
Cause it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
Mi sey it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
It dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread
It all get to mi head!
Because it dread
Yes it dread
Yes it dread.
– Lisa Gaye Taylor