This is for you that you live to see all life gives
Wrapped up in blessings more than all you will ever need
Tied in a bow that protects your heart from ever getting broken
Happiness glittered all over bringing laughter to your days

There is no gift so precious as the gift of real true love
It’s easy to forget when life beats on all the years
What will you give to someone who has everything yet none
A piece of her she will give and the memory may be enough

To create that fire
To keep your hope
Burning for
Another day to come

Who are the patriots
We thought we once knew
Now they stay hidden
Blamed for surfacing truth
Their hearts so broken
Yearning for their voices heard
But only given opportunities
Of vague expressive words

Spores dispersed seeds planted in places the wind blew
Rain under covered branches the planted grew only a few
Hunger for more the branches would part
Sunlight seeped just enough for a meagre feed
No one thought different of this forest amongst us
The leaves all rustled to the same rhythm and beat
Nothing stopping the branches growing
Not even a threat to engulf it in flames

There she walked
Quietly into the forest
An iris she sought
To find

Is it a question even worth asking
Sinners win battles and the good ain’t lasting

Alas we see all that remains is death

Lingering memories of a time once before
Inexistent to those blinded by all the flaws
Eventually all we hang on to is hope for something much more

The life on the streets was not easy to say
She begged for money and food
Even to bow to people’s feet for them she would do
The sounds of coins remained in their heads
While the air in the tin can just remained cold
Was it not suppose to be
That the torn and tattered clothes stood out
Along with the messy hair and reeking feet
Yet it did not affect them
It did not even affect one
So like a stray animal she searched hard to find food
To find even a rotten bun

Slowly with time their bodies start to fade
Skin to dust they both floated away
Searching many places for just someone to understand
As some dust passed me on a cold winter day
I sat
I stared
I looked
I prayed

In a crowd she would be nice
The best mother, not a single flaw
In the home she would be like a devil
And he be a slave to his own mother
It was not always about having to take out the trash
That made him suffer and she look mad
But that she ironed him like a shirt
And fed him dog’s waste to cure his hunger or thirst
She found such peace in the night
As she threw him down to the basement to sleep tight
Every time he cried for her to stop
She would take the sand and rub on his eyes
Until they dried out
When school teachers asked about the bruises and scars
She lied and said, “You know how the boys like to be rough.”
It was not long till her time came to an end
That others came quick to help him
Before she could give another command

Most butterflies manage to blossom and fly
This one had an error
This one barely survived

The water escalates higher and there is nowhere to hide
Finding comfort only at her spot in the attap house
The place she used to sit and watch her father plough
But now it is not dry land her eyes capture
The fields were engulfed in nothing
But liquids that the sky above vomited
Everything accomplished before is now lost
Buried ashes of dead loved ones floated to the surface
It is like the dead conquering the living
It is like a battle never meant to be won

Effortlessly she surrenders giving away her last breath
Nothing that she could really do right now
At least her heart holds the comfort
Knowing she will soon join her family
In the heavens up above
A land of cherished memories for all
A land of challenges and difficulties
Yet it was a land where they all came out fine
Till now
So unexpectedly a drought came
So quickly a flood took over all