i wish there were many more lightnings
or maybe a few
or just one
for it was in that one silver moment
i saw you in your purest form –
plain naked beauty
i’m struck at once with sympathy for David
and the lure
of bathsheba
now I wish there were no lightning
or that my eyes be blank –
a clean slate with no mosaic
He is the worst one
The enemy from within
That hones his evil craft
Under our very noses
He’s of the worst kind
Our friendly foe
Who steals off our innocence
Under cover of night
Our trusting kin
Slumber and smile
What ignorance!
How gullible!
While you scar our bodies
Our minds too
Rendering us numb
How can we forget?
You are the one
That you pretend
To shield us from –
What hypocrisy!
You taught us that
The world was evil
Who could have known
The world was you!
PS: I’ve heard some terrible stories in recent times that I cannot even retell on this page. There’s a lot going on now, when it comes to child sexual abuse. What we hear sometimes. …. is really scary. Why, even parents! Our children can’t run out of this world now, can they?👫
My guest for today is Sandra Oyeku. Sandra resides in Australia, where she is a teacher. She is highly skilled in working with children, something she has been doing for almost a decade.
Sandra is fascinated by the saintliness of a child’s mind yet acknowledges that this innocence doesn’t remain for long, as life quickly starts to teach, to write….and the reality is very different.
I find this piece to be a mixture of the child’s fantasies and the rude reality, which many of us can identify with.
Enjoy.
The Outsider Inside
“Tabula rasa!”
Many would utter
At birth – the way the mind is –
A clean slate with no shades
But these blue skies with no greys
Looking down on pastures –
Dying wilting pastures
Ration what I have to feed on
They gently sap the life in me
Because I – I am right in their midst.
I’m no coward, yet I cower
How long will this servitude be?
Still, I, full of the sun, give smiles
Bountiful, blessed and bright
Need to keep shining my light
That is my demeanour, banner and pledge
So whatever is, whatever comes
I remain grateful
For my purpose I’ll still be thankful
Until all will be again evergreen
As much as hope shall within me glean
I look outside of me
To find me everywhere
And yet still here
Zika's Musings 