walk the path of Jesus

i have halted my hoping

for your encouragement

and you sustaining my work

of justice and reconciliation

and i expect not you

the patron of the patronizing

rich and the insensitive pretenders

to keep my vision alive

for i am brutally betrayed

by the same kiss of Judas, the pan handler

and cautiously rejected

by the chief priests and caesars of today

and thereafter cruelly crucified

by the sadistic fun loving masses

but will i not continue in the same path

of that crucified Jesus of Nazareth

henry victor     21.06.2003

professionalism

persons with feeling, flesh, and fluid

dark red and names making melody

too often are recreated as a digit

and dubbed into the tub named client!

efficient handling requires that;

to see numbers instead people, turning

them dependent on systems whose success

is calculated by the multiplying work platforms!

free thoughts here are not permitted

to fertilize with human sentiments of pain

or joy to name but the flag, professionalism

is hoisted to keep the maddening rat race!

henry victor     20.07.2002

cushioning of nests

murmuring i heard coming through windows

not shut in heaven closer to corridors

opened to slums of children!

heaven confused of ambitious preachers

serving prestigious churches in cities

while sanctuaries elsewhere permanently deserted!

generous gifts and atmosphere of apathy

produced by great organ-music so expensive

are signs for pinnacle of worldly success!

costly stained glass windows permit not

into sanctuary rays of light from slums

and the loud grief and cries of children!

supply station has been transformed by the rich

and their angelic allies into the place of refuge

with no errands except cushioning of nests!

henry victor     21.07.2002

nothing to nothing

he died alone

with barely a cloth

merely to cover

just his loin

a cloth? Yes

but not to take with him

no! but to make the other

feel a little better

and with it

he left a challenge

a deeper thought

an inspiration

again, a muse

to return

making me disown

all i foolishly own

or, i strive to own

even that love

i have for him

who is nothing

henry victor     22.10.2002

last act

dying with courage is the last act

i wait to complete, emptying the body

with all its craving and envy to enjoy

the ecstasy of no more misery

then i shall join the multitude

of my ancestors hitherto have departed

to the enviable mansion; happy

they are now with no more tears, nor pain

many men and women struggle to depart

this life with ease avariciously clinging

to this world with ache; emancipation

they see not in healing death

henry victor     29.10.2002

fellow creatures

domination and desire

for greater dominance

over other fellow creatures

multiply their powerlessness

unseen they suffer

unheard they cry

in agony they linger

in loneliness they die

powerless!

and their fate

under human control

until the rise of a volcano!

henry victor     10.10.2002

conquering the insubstantial

i remember well: i was not even ten

and my brother in teen

you taught me to beat the devil

conquering the insubstantial

as we walked in the dark

where non-stop the dogs bark!

now i take rest in the thought:

to come out too late, i ought

not, lest my daughter fear the devil

when one, for sure, she finds

in this land where two are absent:

dogs that bark

and nights that are dark

henry victor     29.10.2002