THE VISION

I was running to the goal
When I realised my role
Then I began to say
I will have to find another way
Perhaps I should convince them
I need to design the emblem

I was walking past the store
Because I needed to restore
The original reunion
And abolish the spirit of dominion
That had taken over my people
Gone away from their Bible

I was sitting among the assembly of 'sage'
A discussion in which I couldn't engage
They played around with sophism
And seemed to blame communism
Yet they refused to realise
The whole theory was paralysed

I was sleeping in the night
When I saw standing by my side
The Great Commissioner
Everything became so clear -
It is after the final rain
That I will be free from chains.

Last Hour

Husband of mine, to You I cry
As time is soon closing.
The messenger has illustrated the fire
That succeeds Your Coming

But, waiting for so long,
The co-workers now forget
The lyrics of the Song -
The Song, I know, emphasises Sunset

The Sun has set, it is Evening Time
I can tell from the vibration of my heart
That You are almost here and You shine
Signalling: Time to depart -

Day of torment -  my friend the foolish
Now thinking all is well
Shall, then, from it perish
Until the commencement of hell

While they are enjoying,

I suffer the pain of Your seed in me
It is like caprices of the pregnancy
Of an illegitimate child
It makes my surrounding go wild

I plead, take me Home
Not because I dread the wrath
But because You are my bone
I do not desire three and a half
More years away from You

Your Coming is near
And time is no more
Let me be as light and pure;
A being that You will Rapture
When You come soon to take the Bride Home

Battles are Fought for Principles

I cross muddy rivers
Covered with the blood of blame
That the whole world has cast upon me
It floods my eyes, my ears, my mouth
But makes the sword stick to my hand

At this hour, none goes with me
They warn me of the great danger ahead
And advise me to take the back way
Of easiness and peace

But ---

Importance give I - not
To the one who simply wants
to feel important
For, such a position is
Reserved to - The Only One

I stand alone waving the sword
And piercing through darkness
It makes loud noise, neighbours complain
I am liable in private nuisance
Yet I go on piercing
For I know, a great light hides behind

Established ---

 I have been given
Hands, brain and all capacity
To make a way against the minimum standard -
The doctrine of reliance stinks

Whatever the fight -
Whether it be in the battlefield
Or at home,
Nothing can dissuade
Even though the fruits of it
I might not live to see ripe,
The outcome positively outnumbers
My pain -
Let even my great-grand children
Harvest the fruits of my labour.

Recognising your existence

Like any other child - on this day He was born.
The ordinary tends to apply;
Humanity had already established 'collectivity'
Somehow denying him the right to
Demonstrate potential he hides in him -

Instinctively, he distinguishes statistics from Pythagoras
And Innuendo from Secularisation -
One needs no lenses to appreciate his innate capacities
Yet, humanity is yet to discover this young talent

November third marks his coming into the great universe;
Placing him second in his great family
But was this child to be second in life?
Pen pinned down he advocates that no human is subordinate to another -
Thus raising his head to reclaim his rights of a first-born

 Surely, he has entered the assembly of first borns
Where the oil is abundantly spread on hearts.

Hungry for more, he has since been digging into
Deep conscience -
Battling with thoughts more so like mighty winds
In his attempt to make a way to concreteness

On this day he celebrates, his birthday
Members of the cohort
Raise and join their voices to his
To joyously sing ensemble
To the heaven, and proclaim:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMEON!