A promise residue 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 The dance of power 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 Attitude 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 Pickney A Dead 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.
