The season of goowill

Open your mind

Fear not the immigrant or refugee
Crossing borders just to be free

Open your mind let doves fly in
Regardless of their coloured skin

Give them shelter comfort hope
Discard the fences help them cope

No charity, but a helping hand
On their own two feet let them stand

Brown, yellow, black or white
Degrading them is not your right.

Culture change the perfect balance
Integration a worthwhile challenge.


My father

My father

While I look into the mirror
Electric razor in my hand.
I reflect on childhood memories
And scent the old spice brand.

I see my father standing there
Stripped down to the waist
The little silver razor on his
Angular white foamed face.

I marvelled at the way it moved
Without a single error, the sparkling
Of the open blade, often filled
Me with total terror.

Braces hanging limply on his
Boney slender hips
That smile was always constant
On his faithful cheerful lips.

The lines a sign of labour
Etched deeply in his hands
A family commitment
Never used to reprimand.

A simple little moment in a
Childhood full of joy
Returns to me sweet memories
Of When I was a boy.


What value life ?

 tear of fear 
 ivory trader

 Thief in the night

 stealth invader

  Rhino. Walrus

 Elephant hippo.

 pillager plunderer

 Torn asunder

 Blood and tears

 Guns approaching

 Cowering cowards

 Ivory poaching.

  Jpoet 7