Fra­ter­nal Love

Jamaica Gleaner - - ARTS & EDUCATION - – Osakwe – Cr­ishna Clarke

I greet you well with fra­ter­nal en­er­gies The same I re­main whose words spo­ken have caused you de­grees of dis­com­fort, angst For­give­ness to my­self For­give­ness for your trans­gres­sions Now is the only mo­ment there is I live now To­day in the land of smoke and mir­rors where mem­o­ries of good deeds grow short as pinky fin­gers of pre­ma­ture ba­bies so small are viewed cyn­i­cally where ills are cel­e­brated I am the mir­ror maker... Mir­ror re­flec­tion brings joy as I sing songs of fore­bears “Pray on with freed con­science, pray on.” Prey I am not, nei­ther preda­tor I am the mir­ror maker in smoky hazy land of smoke and mir­ror I love you now Now is the only mo­ment there is... Week af­ter week there is killing in the streets. Heart­less acts de­stroy­ing our beau­ti­ful rock blood-stained city, with crim­i­nals that rob, steal and kill, with­out pity, re­gard­less of age gen­der or na­tion­al­ity, It’s more than a tragedy when chil­dren are con­stantly killed ir­ra­tionally. It’s hard to fathom, the wicked acts that are car­ried out by these mer­ci­less hood­lums each day, it’s heart-rend­ing and frus­trat­ing, how evil can be so an­tag­o­nis­ing, yet crim­i­nals find these grue­some and dis­gust­ing acts so re­ward­ing. Chil­dren are scream­ing from fear, ter­ri­fied of the cal­lous acts they see and hear. It’s ap­palling, how in­no­cent ba­bies are tar­gets of death and de­struc­tion, the re­cip­i­ents of heart­less ac­tions by the dis­turbed and twisted minds of crim­i­nals, who con­tinue to mur­der the fu­ture rob­bing our pre­cious chil­dren of a bright hope for to­mor­row. A so­lu­tion is needed, the shad­ows of crime have to be erad­i­cated so that peace can be­come a per­ma­nent res­i­dent.

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