Friday, April 4, 2008

Endless Mess


Welcome to struggle my child
You’ve entered the cul-de-sac
Bear the word you hear
Hush! Or you will be found and lost
I pray, if You knew, then why gave it life?

Look my child, this contrast on common grounds
These mute aching bodies
Divided, and ruled by freeloaders
This line drawn
Has got this society torn
This burning cross, the holiest place is now a pyre

Notice my child,
Similar, yet they march to be dissimilar
Someone yell out: this could be jugular!
Being spared for being light
Being sparked for being dusky
Yet when we bark, they mock and remark

I thought it was there
I thought it was just there
This feel has spread everywhere
The Kings’ words are unheard
The four who relentlessly tried
For those who endlessly cried
Even He couldn’t unwind this endless mess
So sad (so bad) this incompatibility (this morality)
I so wish us all to be....

Realize my child; they say, they’re proud of being away from us
They blame us for the fading blueness
Oh! These Kikes, show them the Habit
Underneath it’s all red, don’t they get it?
There are times when shadows can be ahead

Well, come my child,
Uncertain I am, I pray for more strength
Should I ask you to run away?
To turn blind to this mess
Keep breathing so that I can

Or, my child,
Should I ask you to shed your innocence?
Contribute to this violence
React and save us all from this cabal
Fight!!! But, be aware of this paradox

I thought it was there
I thought it was just there
This feel has spread everywhere
The Kings’ words dried
Their movement tried
For those who cried
He failed to unwind this endless mess
So sad (so bad) this incompatibility (this morality)
I so wish us all to be.... (Colourless – [whisper])

Copyright © Ajey Padival 2006 (Brisbane, Australia; +61-434360675; ajeypadival@msn.com)

13 responses:

Drive-thru said...

I wrote something similar in arabic 16 years ago. I mean the same idea behind it, even I used in my poem the sentence" My little child".

Shadow said...

a mess indeed. your description, your words, make reality incredibly stark and real and make me want to grab my child and take them away from all this, god knows where...... you've succeeded very well in getting your message across.

Brosreview said...

@Shadow - Thanks a lot. I am glad you felt it.

judith ellis said...

What an incredibly painful piece. I could not wait to get to the end. I thought that perhaps I might not have. I made it. This is a very descriptive piece, Brosreview. I must say that it is not an enjoyable journey, but perhaps one that is necessary to take sometimes in order to realize on a very small level what some others, especially little ones, face daily. While I loved Slumdog Millionaire, my heart ached for the young.

Brosreview said...

@Judith - Yes, I tried to give justice to the real historic incident.

Thanks for appreciating it.

Saadi said...

This is the racism one!! I loved the the mentioning of the four prominent figures in the history! N the image compliments the whole thing so well!
Man...this blog is a professional piece!!

Brosreview said...

@Saadi - Yea, this one was quite famous in the community as well.

Thanks a lot.

Meena said...

I love the refrain or chorus...just hits home for me.

Brosreview said...

@Meena - Thank you

sudharm baxi said...

Nice, very nice and neat with beautiful metaphors (if i may use this word for the poetry)..
Loved --
"Being spared for being light
Being sparked for being dusky"

and

"This burning cross, the holiest place is now a pyre "

Superb!!

Brosreview said...

@sudharm baxi - Yes, you may. Thank you!!!

thoughts said...

it did!!! finally allowed me to post the comment :)

beautiful poem. painful but true..

can i ask you one thing? what is this "copyscape" i have seen it in many blogs, but dont know much about it (i am not an expert, i only blog to write.)

i simply love your lyrics, even though our writing style, themes are just opposite :)

Brosreview said...

@thoughts - Thanks, you!!! I will e-mail you about it.