Harbouring feelings is not an easy task
You cannot hide them behind a mask
Depression, remorse, nostalgia and pain
Can all make you stand in front of a rushing train.
When the skies do not open for years
The water accumulates as a farmer’s tears
‘No harvest oh God!’ He cries…'please let loose the rain!'
Not a drop….that is pain.
The yearn for a child
Soon after the bond of marriage
The fall from the steps
The blood-stain
‘Sorry ma’m, it is a miscarriage’
9 months of ecstasy turns to pain.
The Russian summer of 1991
At the bottle of vodka everyone gets a turn
One day it snows out of season
The fall of communism
No more money, cash or shares
Alas, no more grain
‘Sorry son, no bread today’
Thought the father….that is pain!
The killer brown hair
Made them stare
The curvaceous waist
Took the form of haste
How could they refrain?
‘Rape, rape!’ she cried……that is pain.
Wife in waiting
She prepared his favourite dish,
Lemon rice and honey-glazed fish.
They saw it go over the Atlantic....
Carried 300 people
In man’s greatest invention
‘I love you’ was his last mention
Twins of New York killed…devastation
The food went cold
Life mercilessly slain
Terrorism….that is pain!
Billie Jean, Smooth Criminal, Thriller and Earth
Your laughter and your innocent mirth
The gloved hand and silver jacket
All now adorned in a golden casket.
No familiar ‘God Bless You’
No moonwalk
Gone is the voice with the beautiful strain
Rest in Peace MJ….now that is pain!
When I saw the lion in all its glory
I didn’t want this story
To stop
But someone reached earlier
Gunshot
Blood, bones and paws but no grizzly mane
The King is poached….jungle silent
That….that is pain!
From the tears of a farmer
To the cry of a mother
The fall of communism
The end of the King of Pop but not his rhythm,
Poaching and terrorism
To virginity shattered in a single scream across the quiet lane.
Forgive me for documenting all this in words
I hope you will not let your feelings for me wane
Because that….that would also be Pain.
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