As it sounds sad
For a reason
I can't understand
Even after I extended them
A helping hand
Also a good Samaritan
I shook off their dust
And pulled them up
From the sand,
There are people
Who do  me
Things bad
Daring
"Do good to s/he
Who did  you
Things bad!"
Topsy-turvy
On its head stand.

But up on
A bit reflection
Something bubbles up
To my attention
Despite His
Benevolence untold
That is exactly what
I am doing on God.

Envoy

"Forgive your erring friend
Seventy times seven
If you want Me
To welcome you in heaven!"

Humans

We are humans
Born to do many a thing.

To climb mountains
And see the world,
Winning trust
With those they say we should hate


But we
Are the masters of ignorance.
No cry unheard.
Stone unturned.
Love
Which should have been given years ago.

You are human
And for reasons I cannot deny
I hate you.
For what you have done to them.
To him, her, and every other child
Warrior mother father cousin
I hate you.


I am human.

All I can do is hate myself
For not caring
Or giving a second thought.
Feeding off the hunger
Of sickened bodies that lay
But I wish to do nought
For another day.

Love myself
For quenching your thirst;
The bait of sin is desire
For reading your story;
Mine was much better
            And.
   For loving you  

But in the end.
         We are Human
And that is what we do.

It's not how many times I  retreat,
it's how many times I come back
that makes a man of a boy.

I spy with my little eye
Everyone and all
The faintest smile
The subtlest sign
Everything strange and worrying
And all that is normal
Perhaps too normal

And don’t feel scared
It’s in your best interest
That wicked smiles
And dangerous signs
And everything strange and worrying
Is brought under attention
Of people you can trust

And don’t ask yourself
Who is watching the watchmen
With wicked ways
And subtle methods
It’s better to sit and relax
And act normal
But not too normal