Pushing Myself

I pushed myself today

And adrenaline gushed through my veins

I felt myself stretched and waited for the inevitable break

I looked around and could see through my hands

Stretched paper thin;

I panicked as I realised

That the pulse of my heart

Was out of tune with my breath;

My heart beats built to a crescendo that deafened me;

I saw the world tilt and felt my feet slip;

I clawed and scratched trying to get a grip

And realised that there was no friction to be felt anywhere;

And so I pushed myself more

Felt the air around me shatter

And was reborn, stronger.

A Mother’s Lament

I run screaming at the door

Scratching at the wall

I see my child

In those children they left hanging in the room;

I watch my child’s eyes

Looking up, questioning

As they use the little bodies as shields in a war,

I see me and my child, run

Screaming in terror

As the fire engulfs them

In the train;

I see my child buried

In front of my eyes

As they heap the earth on the chidren

Burying them alive

Because they were born into the wrong religion;

I see my child abused and battered

Because some people can get off only with them;

I see my child dying around me everyday

And I cry and wail

Thinking I can take no more;

But they keep playing this movie to me

In which my child dies everyday

And I scream and tear my hair apart

My eyes are too dry and still they drop tears

My heart is too torn apart and still feels so heavy

My brain is numb and yet I think and feel

And I lament, day in and day out

As I see my child

Killed because of religion, nationality, race, sex

I see my child

Killed because he is human.


There are times when I read or hear of the mindless violence around us and weep.

I weep for the children first

Innocents whose lives have been slaughtered

I wonder at times, in dreams

If there eyes were round with curiosity or dread?

If their mothers wrapped themselves around them

All their love seeping into them

In desperation

Trying to prove that love was stronger;

I weep at the blood that stains my sight

The gore that I cannot wash my hands off

For I too belong to this race

Of Men who believe in their God given rights

To take life;

I weep at their audacity

That they who do not give life

Believe they can take it

In a wink;

I weep at the little shrouds

Placed line after line

As blank faces look at them

And wonder what they did

To deserve this;

I weep for innocence lost

When a see a babe flinch from a hug;

I weep for Mankind at last;

When the young are slaughtered, we are doomed as a race, are we not?