Looking Over The Horizon

How far, how many years, how many hurdles ?
But memories persist, they are always there
just a tap away from flooding the conscious.
A brutal night of fire, death and mayhem,
many were lucky. A shot through the back or
a stab through the heart and there was peace.
But hers was a struggle. A fierce, lost battle.

Do not dare ask her about human rights
they have all died that night and no one cared.
Who gave you the right to pretend to understand?
Get the hell out of her face and let her live.
There is one place she can trust and believe in
despite the deep betrayal and devastation .
It is her motherland, do not take it away from her.
It is all she has ever known, loved and respected.
Do not take her away and imprison her in your
cold, lonely, isolated self!! Let her live and love!

His eyes smile full of hope and glinting dreams.
The city could not rob him of those precious gifts
Sleepless nights whiled away on the pavement
the bone chilling cold and an everlasting hunger
the sturdy police boots kicking in the rib cage
empty streets, kerosene lamps and rainy days
the street urchin found happiness amidst turmoil.

I suppose, he does dwell in poverty, yet is he truly poor?
He has a purpose, a plan. Poised to take on life,
he stares into the future with a determined frown.
There is a hidden challenge in that look
he is challenging you, me and the rest of the society.
Dare you try and stop him? Beware, Chaos ensues!

Let them realize their dreams, let them look back over their shoulders., let them find their own happiness. Please stay away from your Robinhood instincts. It never worked, it never will, you can never model a human being after you. The fledgling always finds its own way. Enable them and sit back to see what wonderful beings they turn into.