Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Quiescent no more

Harvest first the master says
Famine stricken throat for days
Brought the end of farmers toil
Again United with his soil

Comfort of a market shade
Home of all the beggars frayed
Talking wounds on fleshless knees
That is what they meant of peace

Collecting broken dreams, a house
Of Harlots forced to work with sows
Make-up hides the swollen ducts
Client undresses and locks

Bustling cars of justice men
Does his job from ten to ten
Meets the youth to sell his drugs
remits to political rugs

Precious vault the greedy owns
Money in his blood and bones
Hunger knocks his shiny Ford
Mocks away the poor ignored

Peaceful yet it harrows you
If justice hides what should you do
For a youth that serves to God
Must you share our Jesus' blood

Blood of love and peace accords
Christian soldiers drop your swords
Wear the cleanest conscience robe
Start with you before the globe

6 Angelic comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

this is my poem who won 1st place in the 1st UMYFP national poetry writing contest.
im happy!

theme; "peace with Justice"


Gerald Galindez said...

This is nice gerald...
it really deserves the award...

Gabby said...

hmm.. interesting.

about the aya ueto thing. nope. i don't think i look like her. she's purrdy.. @.@

anyway, thanks for the comment. ^_^ have a good day!

ravinder said...

Very Nice.. You have captured the pain of the sufferer.

Keep writing! best of luck!

Gerald Galindez said...

.... BTW it is my eyes.. hehe

ravinder, exactly... that is the theme of this poem

thnks for all your comments..

yann said...

congratulations dear! :)