In bright morning
a pale sun chases away
At The Lincoln Memorial, Martin Luther King,
Wrote lyrics to an anthem we all should proudly sing.
It’s our character that counts, not the colour of our skin;
If we just recognise that, all society wins.
In the struggle for equality, know this to be true,
We all stand together and I will stand with you.
I write of blue, red and green, and sometimes of yellow and grey,
Sometimes I write of fields and mountains, and sometimes of dried rivers, instead.
Some days I write of battles and wars, and other days of duels raging in my mind,
All shades, and hues, and corners and caves, you will find in the rhymes I penned.
I felt a stir in the still night
Looked up and saw no stars
The moon snuffed out
By huge dark wings
Hovering above an anguished earth
I looked a question
Heard a silent ‘not yet’
As the shadow passed
Leaving me in sorrowful moonlight.
There’s a croissant for my breakfast
Spaghetti bolognaise for lunch
A Hungarian tart for teatime
Danish pastries for my brunch