There’s no victory,
To stop this war.
There’s no rain,
To wash away the field.
There’s no shade,
To keep us sane.
Winning’s all loosing,
And not to lose is,
To keep fighting
Forever,
So there will be more,
To fight for.
For my people
Category: Poetry
Only hope there is
Where we go
A silver step
Is the only hope
We’ve got.
And where we go,
And where we go
There can’t be more to call
String of beads
Now a shattered dream.
Bear with me
Till it falls
There can’t be more
To where we go
All there is the
Silver step.
And where we go
And where we go
There can’t be more to call.
Calling by the right name
It is really interesting to know that,
when I was born people used to call me a baby.
As I started to grow they referred to me as a baby boy.
When I fought myself into the adulthood they called me a man.
And when I grew old, they teased me as an old man.
Now, when I die they would refer my body as ‘it’.
“We have to bury it” they said.
Funny, how people start to change their perspective from time to time.
Calling everything by it’s right name.
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