Showing posts with label scarcity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scarcity. Show all posts

Sunday, December 2, 2018

baffled by mercy



when i trust you
and put my hope hoping you
for me will make things work
with my field giving a plentiful harvest
and my cattle, numerously, multiply
you let me down badly
with your refusal
to open windows of heaven
for showers to fall on ground

instead
you open doors of pestilence
to strike my cattle

then i trusted you not
from you
nothing i expected

but you then
flood me with blessings, baffling
me with your unlimited mercy

henry victor     17.04.2003



Friday, July 6, 2018

racism: a reverse evolution



i put on the skin of a prairie buffalo
to keep my chin up cheerfully
at a time when i am unemployed
in this land of plentitude of prejudice

my wearing of this skin for too long
makes my heart pound like a buffalo’s
even as i now feel like this hardy creature
becoming extinct in its chosen territory

the stink emanating from this skin
permeates into to my blood stream
feeding my brain to think like a buffalo
as i roam in this green land

i have in the past heard of reincarnation
and have explored the natural selection
as i studied in school theories of evolution
but reverse i see: an immigrant to a buffalo

henry victor      25.04.2007



Monday, October 23, 2017

please! don’t fill my cup




my cup is empty

and i have desire

for no more

in this land of plenty



food here taste no more

for my taste buds are depleted

as if x-rays have destroyed

my heart, my desire



in the land of scarcity

there was joy at that time

every instant i returned home

to share potted curd so tasty



© henry victor     11.02.2004



Wednesday, February 15, 2017

too much

 


Lord it is cold and my load

is very heavy too and my pride

that overloaded un-substance

slows me in my stride forward



and i with no more will to soul-stretch

desire, therefore, the death, a longer-stretch

ahead of my future that i have no control

over, like my emotion i seldom patrol



© henry victor     17.10.2003



Thursday, August 29, 2013

buying and selling

unlike those days in my motherland, today
in my adopted-land despite its abundance
rarely i find one to give, or to receive
but in plenty are those that sell, or for buying

what cannot be sold is dumped
for elimination with those incapable
to buy, and those who lobby giving
too, will be pushed to the margin

to be marginalized, to be maligned
and silenced like a sheep ready for shearing
in a world taking from, and taking ruthlessly,
acceptable, than sharing with the needy

henry victor     28.08.2013