Thinker beggar 17/10/2013
Once I met in my street
A thinker beggar
Walking on his dirty feet
And snigger
At life with low voice –so discreet,
Asking me something for God;
And complaining against that rich bud,
But his life is difficult as red cud,
Please I want some more
To feed every needy and poor
And change my life in my tour
From that slum and dirty den
To a great house with garden
I want to make my world ideal
I have to deal with that deceivable peel
In every heart can feel
Then reveal every word may swell.
Please I want some more
To move from the cellar to the second floor
And tear the past, and then wipe its Stour
I want to learn what inside my world
And build new ideas from a great word
Then organize my private herd
To weld
With the best in my field _Please I want some more
To weigh down
My foe
And wreck every opposed crew
With that axe of power
And break down every lovely show_
Please I want some more
To learn more and more
And cross my river with one oar,
I want to invent the impossible
To be strong and capable
Of playing second fiddle
That difficult and riddle
26New life in 2014
We must understand
Life as if we were musician band
Not like an ostrich
That puts its head in hot sand
We must build new field
And yield what our hearts shield:
The land of dignity;
The way to pure prosperity;
One God for us is the superior deity.
We must peel what we feel
What we feel is a bad deal
Feeling is like sturdy wheel
Around a neck of weak whale
When he feels his face pale
And puts his mind on sale
We must argue for the right;
And purify every sinful sight,
We must work day and night
To raise our life from bottom to height
And change that corruptive diet!
We must satisfy with our life;
And wear out weariness with knife,
We must choose well the good wife,
And damage the old archive,
Moments when man strive,
We must damage our old cave,
And cope with every new wave,
To succeed and be brave-
We must not wait for nothing;
And run away from any string
Or a school of bees coming to sting
Our pure moments are like white wing.
We must defeat our inner foe
Like Didi, Gogo, and Pozzo
Those are waiting for Godot
From their birth until they grow
And for estimation to us
They take a bow-
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