The fall of the impoverish.
Sunday, 24 January 2010 at 23:43 |
The poor came for any relief
The rains poured and kept pouring
Through the floods they kept arriving
To no safe place were they heading
Accept to a smaller enclosure not of any comfort.
Noone bothered
As they were sardined
the children and the old women,
The old men and the young
As they kept multiplying for a miserly offering
Were encroached by feeble monetary gains
When their output would deliver heavenly gains
Were they not entitled to a better leverage
At least to be seated where comfort was available
Only through proper choice of the right person
Once delivered the summons and information
Borne by none older than ten
the participants were with great relief moved
From grounds overcrowded to a more pleasant atmosphere.
till when the bells sounded and the bellows from
A mighty voice thought to question
the ultimate
one responsible
Did she shriek her cry of undeniable hatred
It overcame her like a stench of putrid waste
Which crept from the depths of her dungeons
Where all her might and evil flew out of control
Emblazoned in her voice, her being and her heart
She terrorized, she succumbed to her long held vengeance
It overwhelmed her lifeless spirit and manifested .
How unmighty the poor and suffering when helped become the fodder for her evil.
Though through her shameless acts and verbal abuse
Shall rise over her the birds in flight from her frightful demeanor
Till, once only, will She in whose honour is my rank, shall fruitful bring me from the ashes
And raise me high in flight
Will take me from the ashes of war
be the saved from among the trodden
Till that day, I shall wait with most God endowed patience
For it will not be long. That evil shall be defeated once again.
Lorraine Nur ~NSSRLB~
The poor came for any relief
The rains poured and kept pouring
Through the floods they kept arriving
To no safe place were they heading
Accept to a smaller enclosure not of any comfort.
Noone bothered
As they were sardined
the children and the old women,
The old men and the young
As they kept multiplying for a miserly offering
Were encroached by feeble monetary gains
When their output would deliver heavenly gains
Were they not entitled to a better leverage
At least to be seated where comfort was available
Only through proper choice of the right person
Once delivered the summons and information
Borne by none older than ten
the participants were with great relief moved
From grounds overcrowded to a more pleasant atmosphere.
till when the bells sounded and the bellows from
A mighty voice thought to question
the ultimate
one responsible
Did she shriek her cry of undeniable hatred
It overcame her like a stench of putrid waste
Which crept from the depths of her dungeons
Where all her might and evil flew out of control
Emblazoned in her voice, her being and her heart
She terrorized, she succumbed to her long held vengeance
It overwhelmed her lifeless spirit and manifested .
How unmighty the poor and suffering when helped become the fodder for her evil.
Though through her shameless acts and verbal abuse
Shall rise over her the birds in flight from her frightful demeanor
Till, once only, will She in whose honour is my rank, shall fruitful bring me from the ashes
And raise me high in flight
Will take me from the ashes of war
be the saved from among the trodden
Till that day, I shall wait with most God endowed patience
For it will not be long. That evil shall be defeated once again.
Lorraine Nur ~NSSRLB~
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