Saturday, December 6, 2014

For Kin and Country

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dedicated to the never ending flame that lights the Amar Jawan...

For Kin & Country


Walking through the woods at night
While mothers sleep away alright,
An ambush is setup for us,
I am that son, I refuse to die.

We were five, my brothers & I,
Wore uniforms, held ourselves high,
Their bullets pierced along my arms
I am that son, I refuse to die.

We took our guard, my brothers & I
Trees around heard all our cry,
We ran towards one that was high
I am that son, I refuse to die.

The night was dark, all black n gray,
the air was chill, as cold as hay,
When a silent bush blew up so close
I am that son, I refuse to die.

In that light I saw at once,
The face of a man and gun at once
So fierce with a look let bullets he fly
I am that son, I refuse to die.

I ducked, I crawled, I slept on it all,
Let thorns thru my chest yet arms were strong,
I am a soldier, I heave no sigh,
I am that son, I refuse to die.

With all our strength my men & I,
Fired back each round, our guns held high
when one by one we killed them all
I am that son, I refuse to die.

They ran away with all their ride
When long at once I heard them cry
My men were back to kick their arse
I am that son, I refuse to die.

The Army came to save us now,
was then I saw, oh holy cow,
An air vent hole right through my chest
I am that son, I refuse to die.

We killed them all, my men & I,
Played with death and not with dye,
God so much blood I have on me
I am a son, I refuse to die.

I cannot lose any more hope
For hope is what I always have,
For all my mother and my land,
I am a son, I refuse to die.

As doctors clench my arm to help
I find within their eyes a cry
I can afford a smile right now,
For once, I know I have to die.

Let mother know my life's book
For life is what she cannot cook.
Go tell her living mind in all
her son was well, he will not fall.

My country has a soul all know,
in peace and war wont stand too low, 
For every Me that dies tonight
A million more will rise to fight.
A million more will rise to fight.




Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Farther in Law

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Dedicated to a father whose daughter I got married to: My feet wobbling, my blood boiling, A part of me was born again, my sweet lil girl, my darling. she'd eyes of her mother, a cheek which was flatter, A part of me was born again for all I know I was her Father she grew up in front of my eyes, not tall at all yet high Fives, today I look beneath myself, for all I know Time just flies. I did not know who I am I hadn't felt it so clear, for all I know within myself, I am her Dad, she's my fear. I wasn't much a talker, wasn't much a hawker, for my love was too deep, God I am her Father. I asked myself If she knows, that my love for her was beyond all woes, I lied to myself, but my eyes couldn't lie, she knows. she walked out in that wedding dress today, as I looked at her all day, tears rolled down on their own for all I know I'd nothing to say. I did not know who I am I hadn't felt it so clear, for all I know within myself, I am her Dad, she's my fear. I fought with her loud and clear, but beneath my cover she was my dear, today as she walked into that stage, I stood there gripping all my fear. In her happiness I had fold myself, In her joy I had forgotten my self, today right here she's going away, and here I am staring at that empty shelf. Today I know who I am I never knew so clear, for all I knew within myself, I am her Dad, to hell with fear.