The Slight Edge

I dream of wide,
And I dream of deep,
In wakeful hours,
And with eyes asleep;
I dream of high,
And I dream of far:
I sideline the Moon
To aim for the Star!
But perfect planning
With little action,
It will never give
Much traction.
So I start from Earth,
And aim for the Moon,
The stars will follow,
Then the galaxies soon.

The Plight of Gaza

The plight of Gaza, falling on deaf ears,
For months and days, decades and years.
How cruel a man can be to another?
The children of Gaza know it too well:
The ones that survive the guns,
And the ones in many a cell!
Day after day, year after year,
Living in fear;
Bleeding within and without,
In that long tunnel of hopelessness,
With no end in sight,
To this bloody fight.
Galore the talk-shops of condemnations
And the recalls of ambassadors,
For a few days of consultations...
Then things go back full circle,
Day after day, year after year,
The forgotten of Gaza living in fear;
With no end in sight,
To this bloody fight!
With every man and nation,
Decrying this aggression
By those with the might,
Deemed an anti-Semite.
But history never forgets:
The determination of the oppressed...
It never dies 'till all mankind is free,
Of blind racism and bland bigotry...

Acartheid

Crazy times, crazy measures,
Man tribalizing against man,
Triviliazing the tribalizing
For as long and much man can:
"Gather ye, feathers of mine,
Let's unite and roar,
So the tribe that shines today,
Tomorrow will even be more.
Fly or sink on their own,
Let the other feathers align;
They're not us, we're not them
Their problems, not mine!
All excuses up our sleeves,
Motivations well documented,
Who's to come and enforce,
 That 'we' be mixed and united?
There is no 'we' in our nest,
Stay away and give us a rest:
It's us in our dens,
Versus them in their cages;
If our feathers ain't same,
Why the sharing of the stages?
Gather, my tribe, and sow
Into the winds that blow,
For our feathers soaring today
Tomorrow will be so!"

Amorito in Ballito

The moon is high,
The tides low,
The waters dance,
The winds blow;
Stars in the horizon,
The sandy beach
Within reach.
Here come high tides for all to see,
And here they go;
Like they forgot a thing, deep in the sea!
That smell of the ocean,
The palm trees and the green, lush life,
That lie beyond the shore,
I'll come for thee, again and more!