rusty, mouldy, and faulty

your household cherishes rusty liturgy

irrelevant to daily days

giving no stimulation for struggle

to overthrow burden that cripple years

men and women who bear your son’s name

play with a mouldy mindset, dead doctrine

that has lost its power to guard your yard

from straying cattle destroying vegetation

children in your hall dance to faulty tune

until they are tired to meet death

and your banquet hallway is empty

being freed of all perishing wealth

henry victor   09.05.2003    

Note: Art work here is that of Justin Victor, my grandson when he was 5 years old: A Dinosaur (with a small brain)!

breathe your breath

i pray you will breathe you breath

to strengthen my mental agility
even as i face my accusers, the bunch
ganged to remove me from my seat!

i have opted not to be dictated

or, directed by any other than your spirit
blowing where it wills gathering the small
and the wounded, healing them, your cause!

i am part of a crowd that lacking

this-worldly sophistication to manipulate
the forces that, eventually, write the right
recording the wrongs, changing events!

since the meek look up to me to fight

the arrogant men and women of this world
i, in my utter helplessness, lift
up my eyes, heavenwards to you!

as i turn to you for grace, my mind

sways like a pendulum, this way
and that way, first to your power that creates
the cosmos, recreating colour-filled morning

and evening amusing my eyes

then , at once, wander into Golgotha
he place of mere skulls
to reflect your powerlessness!

nevertheless i choose your breath
adding freshness to my soul
freedom to my spirit, refusing to bow down
to the insolent might!

 

 

 

Insanity

Yesterday

With might and main I laboured

To diligently learn the art

Of lengthening simple shoes

For the ever expanding

Tiny feet of my little daughter

 

Today

I am frighteningly tormented

To discover the contemporary wisdom

Of conveniently cutting feet

To fit useless foot-wears

Made by the reigning professionals

 

Disagreeing

With the modern overnight professors,

I am very assertively informed,

By their cowardly counsellors,

Is plain insanity

Fit enough only for dismissal

 

Ethnic cleansing

In the political arena is easy answer

For those wolfish rulers

Greedily striving to firmly establish

Corruptive power and stinking business

Instead, dealing positively, the prevailing pluralism