Day: August 30, 2016

To end our life is said to be grave sin

To end our life is said to be grave sin
We do not own our own mortality
We neither can control when we begin
To end our life was once thought  a grave sin
But shall we live regardless  when love’s gone?
Can life end without brutality?
To end our life  is  said to be grave sin
We do not own our own mortality.

When millions die unmourned in Orient
When collateral damage is ” a trifle sad”
Can I not consider whether my life’s spent?
When millions die unmourned in Orient
In the News, I’ll  never make a  dent
Is my  thought of death so bad,
When millions die unmourned in Orient;
When collateral damage is” a trifle sad”?

 

White cliffs

One day we have a garment usable
Though it may have a moth hole or a tear
The next, it’s crossed the barrier  and is waste
It’s become what no one wants to wear

In this same manner, I  am near the edge.
I can  move, but all my body aches
When might  I reach the point where I am lost;
When  too strong are my wishes to escape?

I know it will very hard to judge
Some remark,some move,some  painful thought.
Some tiny thing may push me  past the edge
And so the waves on Dover Beach I’ll haunt.

Those White Cliffs where once I  walked with ease
Now with thoughts of loss , they do me tease.

The weight of knowledge learned

Underneath the weight of knowledge  learned
I seem to be reduced  and paralysed
For I had thought the painful loss would turn
And fill me with  his love unpetrified.

For a moment, we may often ask
When sudden shock invades the unarmed heart.
But “give me years” makes tangible the task
For some , the mourning ends  before it starts

That in this world there is an empty space,
Never to be filled but lived beside
Makes some  feel angry, and afflicted by disgrace
Makes the themes  of grief and  pain elide.

I feel inert like marble on a beach.
Light and absence will my sad heart  breach..

As we loved

The honeyed  words invented as we loved
Now have no other  speaker but myself
Lost, unique, the husband, once beloved
The honeyed  words  invented  as we loved
Now, from my vocabulary they are shoved.
I no longer speak these words,this unique wealth.
The chosen  words  invented as we loved
Now have no other   listener but myself

Human equality

Racism oppresses its victims, but also binds the oppressors, who sear their consciences with more and more lies until they become prisoners of those lies. They cannot face the truth of human equality because it reveals the horror of the injustices they commit.
Read more at: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/racism.html

I was reading a fascinating book by Stephen Frosh who points out that racism affects the racists  badly as well as the victims because the racists see their society as endangered by these “other” people.I had not thought of that before.
The book is called “Feelings:a short introduction.” by Stephen Frosh