In the sky it hung The bright clouds Mock it's sad sad face Looming large and ugly Over a people who cease to care The dark sun sat watching
From the east sounds the horn A call to the sensible and living folks They heed but the others bent on calumny Block the clarion call With earplugs They hear not And care not
On the coastal plain Little innocent kids play Hide and seek Whiles their poor mummies comb the dead sands Hoping to gather the daily food To go feed the grumpy dads at home
Dark sun sat in the sky Frowning at the folk down below Who all but care not for his gloomy mood Theirs is to sort their needs Which daily breaks their hearts and backs A routine of life In that real world
Then comes a breeze So sweet and calming Enough to make the sun smile And the old grandmothers sing songs of joy As the harsh winds cool down Just for a few moments Perhaps it will rain too Ah! joy which is so fleeting Visits on very rare occasions
Perhaps we need inspiration from the astral plane where justice surely reigns and where injustice dares not tread. Long live hope and freedom, down with autocratic rules and madness of the rulers who care only for themselves.
Surah- Ar-Rum 30-22 "And among His signs is the creation of heavens and the earth, and the difference of your languages and colours. verily, in that are indeed signs for men of sound knowledge." Qu'ran
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Posted - 26 Sep 2008 : 23:35:21
