“ A Boy ” ~ face down ~

A boy floating on a rug,

May have better chance

Than with mother’s hug,

Who wants effort enhance

Survival on a perilous tug,

Fleeing seditious advance

Save errant boat capsized,

In a bid to flee the conflict

Where peace be said alive,

But its refuge not explicit

As bureaucracy deprives,

In silence to the desperate

A boy’s fate is compromised,

To be sadly found face down

On a rocky surf too helpless,

As man wallows in indifference…

 

How to save a drowning child

From a country war torn toll,

In spite of civil servants’ bile

Held wanting a declare untold,

For said bureaucrat’s dusty file

Ignores a child’s reaching hold,

Finds fellowman fail, to go the mile!

 

                                            in memory of a boy called Alan Kurdi,

                                                   and all war-torn children sacrificed,

                                                           thru man’s warring need for greed!

                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ A Hyphenated World ” ~ holds fitting guise ~

‘Tis a fitting guise
This hyphenated world,
Of hyphenated people
Barely joined together,
By shortest of lines
Save desperate times,
If but to stay alive
Until next apprise,
Holds indefinite man
That we may not survive,
Yet when discord subsides
Thus wanting to encage
He’ll once more fractionize,
By manipulating wage…

In a language to divide
That largely means create
A hyphenated bide,
For a trusting populace
Heedless of words unwise,
Hence fixed to engage
By a language brigade,
Who finds spread confusion
Among the lesser wise,
Hence maximized demand
To maintain the disguise,
Of a hyphenated man
Who powers world divides!

“under the guise of friendship,
he betrayed them”

“ Obsessed ” ~ a fearful bent ~

He runs to flee
The feel of death,
With a fearful bent
Fixed on his breath,
No doubt be spent
On a hapless plight,
Spinning out time
Thru day and night,
Desperate to shed
What blurs his mind,
Held be fixate
He must so mend,
Before it’s past late
For a dispossessed,
Who so condemned
Must live obsessed,
Save he should find
Plight’s end in time!

“ Mental Silence ” ~ said nature’s alibi ~

 

There are feelings

You’d wish press

With words astute,

To thus express

Desperate wanting

Would find redress…

 

Yet what ensues

Holds but stated

Morose meaning,

Beyond the reach

That now inhibits

Once motor habits,

Said nature’s alibi

For mental silence!