While I was Writing

I don’t know if these words will find

The one’s they were written for

Or that the expression they contain

Will be heard by those they were meant for

Or Even if

The need is greater than the art

I find these times to be of great concern

I sense the breeze is strong for those of duplicity

This is the irony in these tales

And their meanings

Drone bombs fall on my brothers

My sons my daughters my sisters

Blinded by poverty and the air of deprivation

Blinded by machines that show no mercy

Blinded by the men who control their aims

Blind are those who see not this travesty

Foolish am I who thinks we will reach this amnesty

Yet, despite this anger and rage

These lyrics are not bullets

They are not incendiary

Maybe these thoughts are too simple

Their aim a little elementary

Could it be that such emotions

Just don’t reach the parts of us

That will give rise to a force

For change

That will actually deliver

The people of Gaza from their innate disaster

The price of the suffering in Bosnia

And the screams of Ten-year-old Husna in Chechnya

I use to believe

Now I just bleed words

And lyrics for us forgotten misfits

We chase the web for YouTube and a million Tweets

While I was writing this…

Another family’s dreams was just blown to bits 

“While I was Writing” by Cypher 7 A.D

Cypher 7A.D is a Poetry & Spoken Word based enterprise aimed at expressing issues that count, not those that sell..peace.

http://www.cypher7ad.com

Be like a Candle

Be Like a candle…

Light up faces with a smile

And spread warmth when you walk,

Speak purity all the while

And beauty when you talk

He told me be like a Candle,

The flip side of a sandal or

flip flops when it hits the dust

Knowledge merely a particle

as we promote trust

And expect nothing in return,

Each day passes we earn and learn

Don’t count your blessings..

Store them..

Be like a candle,

selfless like an anti-consumerist society,

Shelf-less

Don’t be restless, patience, control your mind

Hasten.

Rather than chasing 360 and get called dizzee

Be like a candle,

Noor in the darkness,

Sense amongst the senseless,

Like the only ethnic in the census

Direction for the headless

We’re Chickens on the coup,

Fear, as we wait for the military coo

Don’t be scared

Throw your shoe at a dictator. Mubarak

Give like a candle gives light,

Live the way your soul deserves to live

Be a freedom writer, free-writer, free runner

Keep your candle alight, don’t survive,

Fight from an unjust night to a blessed dawn

treasure time, the wick will waste away

As the drummer's kick will awake us one day

Dormant to suffering 

like a volcano lacking heat

conceit 

don't let the wax that moulds us

control us,

don't let hope melt

I repeat

we fly, not spiritually like Rumi

merely physically. over countries.

not hearts.

We have the potential to bring warmth to every human enveloped by darkness

Just like a candle.

The potential to bring a smile to those enveloped by pain

Just like a candle

The potential to conquer hearts which are enslaved

Just like a Candle

But eventually

Our light and warmth will turn to smoke and

Ascend to judgement

From tar filled smog to a beautiful incense

All depending on the intent

Before that unexpected, unknown end,

Simply, Be Like a Candle. 

By Mohamed-Zain Dada, poet and writer: www.times-series.co.uk/blogs/mohamed_zain_dada

Twitter: @Zainthepoet

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