HONOURABLE SLAVES

Why are they called slaves?
When they're born of human;
Humane virtues are thought,
to be inherently embraced;
But, deception resonates in response.
...
A human! tagged a honourable slave?
Mayhap, not being treated as such;
All in the name of this are deprived
of humanly rights-
Forgetting they are born of dreams.

...
Oh! Honourable slaves you are called;
Forced into events that hurt from
Oesophagus to anus,
Within a stipulated time expected to make
Rome a small world of glad pains.
...
Often thrown in a melancholic state;
A total eversion of what life is
Unequal fingers; what a pain you cause;
Lo! Honourable slaves you are tagged,
The way we were born, the rich were-
Their way of survival, we pave.

...
Oh! We lost our rights,
When our parents deserve
reaping their sowed seeds,
Alas!, their seasons of harvest 're gone lost;
Enjoying not the benefits of child bearing
Perhaps, We were starve parental care
When shall we be free of this agony?

...
With our head held up facing the sky,
Help from above we seek; such to fly!

©Tex (2017)

Comments

I'M A LONE NINGER

I'M A LONE NINGER I saddled my cradle in a lone way Yet, comfort zone seeks I My beddings laid fallow on bed My rail wallowed without trails Wherefore do my pain born from? ... Perhaps, a vessel channelled me on Back on track race, motive to trace My ancestral origin behead nowhere For I lost grand and ground of care Yet, cracks and strokes at befitting future ... The fight fought, such beyond sought Presumably, pre-seeable; seen before then Now my heart heralds soothing breeze Without hope from hopeful points Yet, my bones wax stronger to life ... My bond, my half; mentored mine in me My origin stimulated independence My ancestors simulated I, such to grow For my (he)arts are borne of hatred My heart burns, born of confusion ©Tex (2017)

LOVE WITHOUT STAIN

*LOVE WITHOUT STAIN * Never think she loves him wholly, All his faults are locked securely Never believe love is blind, In a closet of her mind ... All his indecisions folded Like old flags that time has faded Limp and streaked with rains And his cautiousness like garments ... Frayed and thin, with manystain Let them be, oh, let them be There is treasure to outweigh them His proudness will sharply stir them ... Gentleness to beast and bird, As the moon in moving water And a tenderness too deep To be gathered in a word. ©Tex (2017)

GREY

GREY In the underworld of top flights, Good deeds neither appear appalling nor cheered, Till the aging hair turns colourless. The future of the blind, hopeless, While the eyes 're still unsure who to see; ... The cloud exhibits achromatic colours Difference couldn't have been told, Between black and white of tough time Neither was right distinct from left- Red begat orange; till ages fall; ... A man in his prime, never wanted to go down the grave, unfulfilled; Oh! What a life of drama with less scenes The present, unsure; Future still faintish Then, as days roll, time flies; ... Lads derailed from good trailing paths The good deeds in the past, seem unworthy "Why should we stick to destructing ways? " Life's set of scent leaf; Odour, less perceiving Fraudulence seem appalling over nights. ... Now, grown children we have to cater, Rights unwardy of the gloomy future Our feet sliding off, from top we stand' Future seen from bottom, un...

Tex Note

Search This Blog