One by one the odds become
monsters.Shocking,
frightful and insurmountable;
discouraging threats to the future.
Many a time fear called my name.
Many a time
sadness covered the sun
of hope.
Life gradually became a jungle,
infested with weeds, thorns and vicious
clinging vines to throttle the life out of
my ambitions.
One by one,
problems become mountains ... solid,
tow'ring structures to defeat
and to block the sweet strains of success.
Little by little,
with fists of prayers and hard work,
I break through!
Rohan Facey
I state my case
I am only one in a world of many men,
Different backgrounds, circumstances compose,
I am the only one that proposed a toast,
The ultimate man,
Imperfect by all means but with strong drive to perfection
I state my case.
In the court of friendship,
companionship and love; I stand bold as can be,
Firmly rooted as the roots of a strong tree,
My evidence clear and concise,
I lay the prosecution flat,
The decision is clear in the Jurors' minds,
This man is the TRUTH.
Do you see the glow in my eyes?
Servant to every wish,
Your happiness assured,
I'll stand by you through good and dreadful times,
I'll be here, holding your hands,
Your Rock of Gibraltar, rest your all on me.
Oliver Newell
Black people
It is time to emerge
And red curtains remove
Crush the cycle
The cycle of hate
Jump that mighty wave.
Black people,
It is time to taste
The fruits of our forefathers' labour,
They fight for oneness,
Let us show some kindness.
Black people
It is time to live,
Not to kill,
To sing freedom songs,
Not to do wrong,
But to stand strong
With pride.
Black people,
It's time to know how to aspire,
Not to wail with self-pity
But to climb the ladder.
Black people,
Burn the fire of hope,
Step on the blades,
It is time to leap,
Leap in the sunshine of life.
Barbara Dixon
Sweet silence
When noise and confusion
Is all you can hear,
When drums beat hard
And cymbals clash,
And horns blow much too loud,
Yet no joy can be found
In that sound,
When feet stomp too long
To scratch out a song,
And empty chatter
It's hard to endure
When sighs seek comfort
For a tired heart.
Listen to the sound of the silence
Breathe the peace that is waiting there.
Ditta Sylvester
