Today I lost my RTC card. Killing the noisy leaves that dared to flee The comfort of the shadow-making branches, My thoughts run off barking at strangers. Space time warps in their wake, colouring In fuchsia and cyan times we had shared: Past tears on a friend's face, falling faint, I stare, seeking the soothing action to make My heart feels nothing, my words mean nothing I walk away, as I, the Samaritan didn't answer her pain. Past me vomitting venom into violated ears As if by scratching metal on metal it were possible To assuage my mettle. My verbal revenge accomplished, I relished Hiroshima in that soul, I loved it! Past me taking more than was due to me, Public servant, pushing servitude upon citizens, The shepherd eating the grass, and the fleece And the lamb and ewe dying as I elevate. Oh....today.... I lost my RTC card, As my thoughts dashed and warped through The attic of my memories; I've stared filth in the face And recoiled holding my nose in front of a mirror Seeing here the worst case. I lost my RTC card looking deeper, Yes. Today I lost my Right To Criticise Card And found we're all trying to Die Hard. (c) nyonglema
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Fade Slowly Away #humility #memento homo
The silent slither of the spring sun
Swept over the seed. Timidly the shoot sprung,
Rising through storms, oblivious of mean thunder,
Scorning the shrubs which struggled for light under,
And those shrubs would fade, fade away.
Violent winds, silent breezes, it stood through weather’s caprice,
Braving drought, bathing in rain, strong through Aprils,
Till flowers dawned on its face; adorning.
And Nature paused in wonder adoring
And its gaze could not dare be swayed away.
Miles were trod and years flew by,
The proud-flowered still stood with style
Amidst the lower creatures, ruling and all,
And through winter cold grew in beauty and all
While others would wither or be cleared away.
Violent men have conquered and built empires theirs,
But all went up, and as gravity holds, returned to their peers.
So was nature cast, to the misfortune of the seed,
Which in beauty was so deceived as to scorn. So nature did
Turn its eyes away, and the flowers faded slowly away.