Never ending Poem
“when the TRUTH stands before you”
by Siri Perera
There will be no murders in New York or London or Bombay,
and Milton Keynees,
there will be no divorces,
There will be no children crying,
or Dogs barking in pain,
there will be no chairs with broken legs,
or people sticking chewing gum under the table,
never will there be a cat stuck on a tree,
or a plant dying because of lack of water,
or an ant losing his way home,
or bees getting lost because of the mobile phone,
or a rat crushed to death by a trap,
or poisoned by a sweet smelling tablet,
there will be no more anti-wrinkle cream,
to hide your crevices and gulley’s on your face,
no more ‘no mores’ because there will only be, more,
no more diamonds but only to cut glass,
or a clothes line full of clothes snapping on a windy day,
or global warming,
no more typhoons,
or any day more than 25 degrees C
Never to labor in pain,
no more some being ‘cooler’ than others (because all will be cool),
No more too much rain flooding a home,
There will be no good or bad (both good or bad will be the same),
no more corners to get trapped in,
no more eating eggs ( with potential life),
or a calf crying in pain before slaughter (with his mother beside him),
Or a mother sad because her husband left her alone with the children,
children sad because their mother is crying,
or me sad because a painting does not show itself,
or me sad when my new painting looks like the last one,
no more me sad, just sad for no reason,
or grass sad when it sees a lawn mover,
or a rose tree sad when it sees a secateur,
or me sad when I start getting bored with this poem,
or me sad.....as it is sometimes,
or a dog sad because its owner gave him/her away,
a mother dog sad, when her babies are taken away from her,
or my neighbor sad looking at the red ripe cherries in my garden,
or me sad when I see the birds eating the red ripe cherries in my garden,
or my cherry tree sad when her cherries are picked,
or my garden plants sad when don’t see me some evenings,
or me sad when I miss sitting in my garden on a warm very sunny day,
or me sad when my garden gets trampled on by the cold in winter,
or me sad when I put out a roast chicken for the foxes and cats on new years day,
have you seen a spider run when you approach it?,
or a goose stop struggling when it knows it is about to die,
when his friends look around for their missing friend,
I see long queues outside a butchers shop because ‘the food is freshly killed’,
or me sad when Santa don’t appear for some children,
or me sad when Santa don’t appear for me,
or me sad when I see a fox,
with its beautiful long tail,
out and about at midday,
not his time of the day,
almost run over by a car,
as I passed him I saw him limping,
and frightened as he look back,
for the person who chased him out of his hiding place,
and sent him out from his darkness, into light,
me sad because all he had was to run and hide,
like some people caught up in conflict’s,
they run when people come to kill them,
because they are not the same type,
me sad when they run and hide like the fox,
shooting Dad in the back,
and Mother keep running to save her children,
when the Truth stands before you!,
dead people will come alive again,
and killers will die,
bullies will freeze where they stand,
and their victims will light up like a candle,
thiefs will lose their fingers,
when they steal again,
and idiots: ok, their clothes will change colour instantly,
and blacks will become white,
and Indians become Chinese,
Red Indians will stay Red Indians,
and the tiger and lion will stay as they are,
so will tommy the corgi and ruby the cat,
because they are the caretakers of the quantum field,
Sad so sad,
when they disco in the street in
London, New York or Bombay,
and a hungry child is dying somewhere,
because his mother has no more food,
or sad so sad,
when i read a son stab his mother
24 times in the neck and,
if his mother know her lovely baby son,
one day will kill her,
also sad so sad,
when a mother sees her son die before her,
the son she make and watch grow,
sad so sad.......so sad,
when the world turn funny and fair is not fair anymore,
so sad so sad.
Today(sept 2009) another Tsunami came,
first the ground shaking really hard,
‘Taitasi Fitiao was holding her six-year-old daughter’s hand,
when a tsunami wave crashed onto their coastal village (in American Samoa’),
the paper say,
“I held her hand”, the mother say,
“The wave got us and that’s when her hand just left mine”,
sad so sad,
“and I could hear her say, ‘Mom, please.’
Please Mum...,
even mummy cannot hold her hand to save her,
“And then I saw her, I saw her floating away.”
when danger come, it come, and you don’t know,
like the kingfisher pick the fish up from the sea,
And the fish now, not sure if he can fly,
like that, danger come and you don’t know,
no good and no bad,
danger same for good and bad,
so sad, so sad.
the earthquake in Haiti ,
(16:53 local time (21:53 UTC) on Tuesday, 12 January 2010)
sad so sad,
while we eat dinner and watch tv,
and put on our lovely clothes,
to enjoy,
the earth move in haiti,
children in hospitals,
they have their hands and legs amputated,
they cry for their parents,
becaue they are alone and in pain,
sad so sad,
but their parents have died,
buried in the rubble,
i hear american lady cry,
because the children suffer,
there is no good or bad,
both the same,
to mother earth,
she angry at something,
or just doing her thing,
maybe she is saying,
the world coming to an end?,
and ‘there is no good or bad to me’,
but i still worry,
earthquake here and earthquake there,
Haiti, japan and indonesia,
even Tibet China and,
I think all people holy in Tibet,
Because of Dalai Lama,
But still rocks come down the hill,
and bury people in their sleep,
Maybe there is no good and no bad,
for mother earth,
maybe everthing will always be maybe,
Because our brain too small to see all,
the universe too big to think about,
But i feel still something there,
making us live the proper way,
maybe to it there is no good and no bad,
but still wrong is not right and,
it knows this when it is done,
and then when 100 years later,
when you not looking,
IT slap you in your face,
one time then 2 time,
and while you thinking then maybe,
IT slap you again,
and you still thinking,
maybe this because i kick that dog,
100 years ago,
this only maybe you understand,
because our mind too small to see all,
sometimes we very sure,
like Jesus he very sure until,
people hang him with nail on cross,
then he say why or why daddy,
Like Buddha he rich king,
make family and child then,
he divorce his wife because he say,
he make mistake,
and now he want to do nothing,
he then sit under the tree and pray,
hoping his wife don’t find him,
you see no good and no bad,
But you know something IT keep all accounts,
like accountant,
then when 100 years later,
if you remember well then you not surprise,
when account come to settle,
it is sad so sad,
this man Gordon Brown,
the prime minister of UK,
I cry when i think,
he lose the election,
he clever man,
and,
he save the world,
when the economy in bubble,
he catch the plane,
to talk to sarkosy,
and tell him what to do,
but people their mind,
only like jimmy choo and U2,
and carla bruni play the guitar,
and good man he save them,
they forget,
so sad so sad,
this man Gordon Brown,
maybe people will see,
he better than abba,
and jumping jack flash,
and hand out like Bojangles,
and Gordon Brown,
he different you see,
he work for you and,
maybe he smile again 2015,
Gordon Brown he lose 2010,
but he keep smiling,
why?,
i cry i cry,
when i read of Alexander Mcqueen,
fashion designer from south of the river,
to gucci while he still young,
he cry when his mother die,
he sensitive to his work,
and his life,
like a good artist,
sad so sad,
when he decide to leave this world,
together with his mother,
his friends they ask,
which party we go to today,
now ‘Lee’ is gone,
they use him for his money,
and fame,
the friends he leave behind,
sad so sad,
I cry i cry (this time i really cry)
one day i jogging,
in the cwmwtry,
I see this statue.
of a lady look like nurse,
carry this man holding a rifle,
It say something like,
‘blessed are those who die for us’,
something like that but later,
I get you the real thing and a picture,
I remember this is poem,
so i cannot chit chat with you OK,
I cry i cry,
when i think of soldiers,
on both sides,
they die for somebody,
The universe a strange place,
different people different dress,
different food diffrent talk,
but all one people,
what’s wrong with curry and chips,
all taste good when you mix,
like porridge,
i cry i cry when,
up in the country,
this man,
too much light enter his eye,
on the brightest first day,
of the year,
somebody call him a name and,
his face like mask,
he kill 13 people with rifle,
if people knew that day coming,
they wish they let him be,
and it cloudy again,
i cry i cry.
(to be continued whenever I am bored - never ending poem)