We are the voice

Posted on December 1, 2016 by Tricia

We are the voice of many,
Tall and small, oppressed and free,
We sing the chorus of tiny hope,
But roaring strong collectively.

We slump through our days in stupor,
We walk in a daze as if drugged,
But at night we hear the whispers of change,
The strings of our hearts are tugged.

We see others silenced and fearful,
They live in a cave full of mould,
They choose to never come out to the light,
They choose to stay shallow and cold.

We are the flesh of this land,
We cannot and will not run.
Here we will stay,
To fight to the day,
Our faces glow in the warm sun.

1st December 2016

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Plane Feelings

Posted on November 28, 2016 by Tricia

Dark clouds like baby ghosts
Peek their heads above
The sky’s horizon in the distance.

Rich with colour,
Deep orange, green and blue,
Something in me aches and collapses.

Shiver in the cold,
Electric feelings of old,
I never saw how we could be forgotten.

In the open spaces,
The beauty now erases,
All of memory’s traces, many rotten.

The final glow, the burst,
Makes me hunger, makes me thirst,
Longing for some feeling of some pain.

The puffy cotton balls,
And all of us in free fall,
From the heavens descend hot and heavy rain.

Velvet dusk upon us,
Another day is done,
Today I own no sorrow and no shame.

28th November 2016

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Game Over

Posted on November 28, 2016 by Tricia

That bitter knot in my mouth,
Is the taste of hope dissolving
With each passing day.

What purpose is there?
The country’s fools
Take it all for a game of play.

Please drown my despair,
I gasp for air,
What I love does not love me back.

There’s no glory in sacrifice,
To care is a painful choice,
I may lose everything I ever had.

Save me your tears,
I can’t handle your fears.
Just leave me, you’ve won.
Game over.

Bring me my children,
The sun sets on the future,
And on your wretched dishonour.

28th November 2016

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Men in Blue

Posted on November 28, 2016 by Tricia

Men in Blue,
Your main duty is to
Keep the streets clear of crime.
Instead, you strike fear,
And to us it is clear,
It’s not the best use of your time.

Men in Blue,
We know that you act
On the orders of people on top.
But before you attack,
Please look at the facts,
You serve the people, as cops.

Men in Blue,
You know what is right,
You just need to wake up,
Be given new sight.
Why not join arms with us,
And help our shared nation?
You will find it’s a better path to salvation.

28th November 2016

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Bijan the Clown

Posted on November 28, 2016 by Tricia

Once in a land,
There lived a funny man,
Who wore a jewel-studded crown.
But he was afraid of balloons,
And even of cartoons,
His name was Bijan the Clown.

He tried hard to be brave,
But he was just a slave
To the power and money he had found.
In the end the people saw,
That he was just a fraud,
His name was Bijan the Clown.

To show he had some muscle,
He silenced any tussle,
And locked up any threat that lay around.
He did it for he was weak,
Didn’t want to be thought meek,
This poor little Bijan the Clown.

When his people went to sleep,
That’s when he would weep,
Unsure of himself and insecure.
With no moral direction,
He fell to greed’s infection,
Bijan the Clown, polluted and impure.

Pink-lipped and pale-skinned,
He loved to dance and sing,
With the life and wife to whom he was bound.
He abandoned the land,
It turned to dust,
Its people ran,
So remember we must,
The sorry tale of Bijan the Clown.

28th November 2016

#FreeMaria #BebasMaria #MansuhSOSMA

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A Black, Slimy Creature

Posted on November 26, 2016 by Tricia

There’s a black, slimy creature,
That eats away at your soul,
It’s a muddy, slippery thing,
That so quickly gets out of control.

The creature begins its life humble,
Presenting itself with a smile,
You allow it to feed on insatiable greed,
It sucks on your breasts like a child.

It crawls up your spine and enters your heart,
It makes you give up your ideals,
And soon you are wading in wealth untold,
For this creature your body conceals.

There’s a black, slimy creature,
That’s taken over your mind,
You blindly imprison the dreamers who dream
Of a world we’ve left so far behind.

The creature that lives in your blood,
Will leave you withered and weak,
One day you will search but never will find,
The solace and peace that you seek.

26th November 2016

#FreeMaria #BebasMaria #MansuhSOSMA #PoemsforMaria

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Resplendent Women

Posted on November 25, 2016 by Tricia

Sometimes we need a woman
Whose strength surpasses time,
Whose steely core and spirit
Can outshine any crime.

This woman now bears the burden
Of standing for what is right,
Her source of hope is from elsewhere,
She chooses to fight the good fight.

Sometimes we need a woman
So piercingly resplendent and brave,
That cowards shudder and pass away,
So there is still a nation to save.

We have now this woman before us,
She reminds us of what lies within,
That indeed we are bastions of strength ourselves,
That the flame should never grow dim.

25th November 2016

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I live in a cell

Posted on November 25, 2016 by Tricia

I live in a cell,
There is no day or night,
The floor is hard and cold,
I fear I am getting old.

I live in a cell,
My bones feel chill and pain,
My body is stiff and weary,
Only my thoughts remain.

I live in a cell,
The bulbs too stark and bright,
Without a window out,
I fear I am losing sight.

I live in a cell,
Whispers outside that I hear,
My mind plays slow tricks on me,
The beginnings of what I fear.

I live in a cell,
How soon till I leave this place?
My friends, my children, wait.
Won’t be long till I see your face.

25th November 2016

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A sea of yellow flowers

Posted on November 25, 2016 by Tricia

In the quiet night
We ask ourselves
Why fight the system strong?
It’s big and bold and towers tall
It’s been this way all along.

We light our candles,
Wave them high,
Try to give hope in the dark,
It’s minuscule what we can do,
It barely hits the mark.

But many candles kindle fire,
Many hands and hearts don’t tire,
A sea of peaceful yellow flowers,
Creates the seeds of people power.

In the quiet night
When questions burn,
The helpless, hopeless we,
Stand tall, fight wise,
Keep on, arise,
For the day we are set free.

25th November 2016

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Stand Watch

Posted on November 25, 2016 by Tricia

I have been rather affected by the arrest of Maria Chin Abdullah and the way in which she has been so wrongly incarcerated: in solitary confinement, a windowless cell, a plank of wood as a bed, two light bulbs that are on 24/7 to keep her awake, and blindfolded when she is brought from location to location.

Have not written verse in a while, but these have been coping mechanisms. This is the first of several.

Stand Watch

In shadows they laugh
As they pick through the pockets
Of national funds.

The shady darkness
Provides them some shelter
Before they soon shall run.

The millions, no, billions,
Of stolen treasure,
The people are blind and don’t see.

Stand watch over leaders,
Be vigilant always,
Hold tight and don’t let them flee.

25th November 2016

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