Poems English

Silhouettes

Black
should be our only hue.

Colors,
is divisive.

We’re just silhouettes
of the Sun.

***

Inclined

I saw a boy,

carrying a huge

basket of green

Bananas

on his back,

walking down

the mountain

path.

He smiled at me.

I felt the weight.

***

Daggers & Visions

I had a vision, seeing the world from the top.
I could be a filthy rich in a flying chariot
or a wandering soul.

What’s the difference?

I have been given the opportunity to choose;
Heaven or hell?
A gun store to my left and a candy shop to my right.

A dagger to the chest.

I passed by a homeless man, begging for money.
I kept walking.
I turned back, and he was gone.

People are dying!

A young boy wears an oversized
White shirt
With four bullet holes.

His elder brother…

A man; in thrill
gunned down in the street.
The doll and ball in his hands fell
to the wet ground.

Children; weeping.

Idolatry,
Politics,
Self-righteousness and greed.

Daggers!

Estrangement,
Fear,
Silence and solitude.