Spit in my Left Eye

Humans are unforgiving, ungracious to the one who falls, merciless even when he rises  The same human will cast a casual glance at teacher's whose lives deny; at Politicians who wave big dreams; Preachers who preach lies and sport fraudulent hashtags, fake healings and scams. The human indulges scandal that divides churches and corporations; The Human advocates gossip that tears families apart; persecutes the smoker, the cannabis grower but drinks till drunk; raps nonsensicals in his stupor; The same stones the adulterer but eats till stuffed and rotund a Lady Chatterley's lover, or is it blubber - take your pick. Deception jails the swindler  but buys Mercs and Bentleys from the widows fund. Pride refuses the street child  but from the pulpit pleads for his ministries - like a cunning skunk. Oh ye hypocrites Brood of vipers Soothsayers and cheaters When will your ay and nay be as it should. Pluck out your eye Cutoff your limbs Snip your tongues Don sackclot

They gag on our flag -   the old was "better".  how was it better being thrown off beaches;  out of trains,  buried in drains - barred from restaurants;  forced to enter side gates;  fed 2nd rate education;  kicked from our homes;  forcibly moved and  imprisoned for crossing the  "immorality act";  beaten and tortured;  murdered;  kicked and head-butted  for not having a pass;  playing music in secret places;  stealing away to indulge in the arts;  punished and  whipped when caught;  earning painful salaries;  called supervisor not  original designer; transferring your skills for nought.  How was it better  when bodies went missing;  domestic workers raped and harassed;  mixed babies born; not by men black or brown;  how was life better when we couldn't move beyond our space after 6. what joy was derived when  unable to fulfil your desired ambition because your colour wasn't right

We try.... we grind. We cry .... despair. ... each day a plea..... God help us this world's aflame - Humanity rots before our eyes We pray We plead We despair hope flickers falters falters fades We try Grind cry despair Lord, exterminate this scourge. (C) Jambiya "The power of words".

I am intrigued - struck by waves of emotion when he speaks her name to me. I feel the warmth of tenderness draped around his bulk. These are the re-collections of a man. Who would consider that inside my tent of dreams lay a little boy, smelling of Lizzy's scent and fragranced cream - As I wander across to the living-room I see flashes of yester-year; pictures of Ray with arms spread wide reaching for the boy standing by my side; The vulnerability of a man is hard to detect until he speaks of a woman he dearly respects, heat of affections grit his voice with recalls of Lizzy's embrace. The boy and the man The morning sky rains soft gentle spots pancaked by gusts of wind. Vincent's eyes are drawn from the soft slosh on the sill as he stares from his home on the hill. The clip clop of the grandfather clock raises reveries of a time long ago, when the aroma of freshly baked scones offered comfort from winters’ cold; I swipe at the p