Educational

 APPARENTLY NOT THE THEN WORLD... Darkness on our earth, in a limpid noontide. Old nick and fiends on our very own world. Omission and excuses a new way of living, No distinction between right and wrong. Is the our real world or that of nightmare ? In a deep night of a thousand dream, Hope are lost to the raspy scream of night angels. Scary! What a casted spell upon the just. Evil and the doers flitting around, Like Angels of peace wanting to descend. Say your prayers, before you sleep, son, For never can tell who the next is. Crazy! Is this the same world my fathers lived in ? It's patently not, cos a different story was told. Life and moral were held sacrosanct, With Justice and equity their modus operandi. Here we are with a misplaced priority, Prejudice and racism tearing us apart, Sentiments and criticism fencing us apart, With no love or care to bound us together. Wake me up from my deep slumber, Let me count, as the days are numbered Cos soon!, It will be remembered.   ...

 TO YOU, MANY MORE YEARS... My quill frolics on my right hand, The almanac falls off the right angle, The clock tick tock on my right ear, The sun gyrating in its best wear. A reminder it is to my own ears. A distinct day has come again, after a long walk round the sun. Clothings and shoes are of man,  how hard it is, to get them on your body. Jewelries and gems are of man,  How difficult it is, to have them on your neck. Good health and life, free gift from Jah, Not even a dime is paid for it. Nature is blessed and kind to us, a good reason to give thanks to the creator. My pen is hurt, bleeding incessantly. My paper is wet, soaked in ink. Wishes and desire flaming my heart, Let me get them on a note, for the day has come, like no other. From my ink reads... Happy birthday to you my dear, A new day it is, for you and you alone. From my note reads... Many more years to you, A new year it is, for limits breaking. In the heart of a poet, lies treasures,  With good wish...