Allsorts

Why?
Why?
Why must intelligence be fit into a box only for kids who fit the mould?
Why? Why? Why must kids who can tell a complex story
through a painting not have support?
Why? Why? Why must kids who can write a social advocacy
through words told they must not be heard?
Why? Why? Why must the kids who can lead a group
when nobody knows what to do
be called stupid just because they’re too loud?
Why? Why? Why must the kid who can solve problems
in ways nobody has ever thought of
not have their talents nurtured
all because they never raise their hand?
Why? Why? Why must the kid who can learn instruments
within a day
be called slurs and an over-worker just because they are black?
Why? Why? Why must the kid who can feel others emotions
and help them feel better within seconds
be called too emotional?
Why? Why? Why must the kid who is able to comprehend
an advanced text be constantly scolded just because they can’t focus?
Why? Why? Why must we fit in a box to be curved
and shaped into the “perfect” mould they call intelligence?
Why?

Marine People –
Sometimes they fish,
They sell,
And they eat,
Why do they do this?
To feed and be the breadwinner.

Sometimes they ride the waves,
They dive and go underwater,
They ride speed boats,
They traverse,
Why do they do this?
For glee and satisfaction.

Sometimes they take care of water animals,
They treat them like a newborn child,
They see if they are apt to go back,
They stay on the waters to check if any animal gets wounded,
Who are these people?
They are ichthyologists,
Why do they do this job?
For their compassion towards the animals.

Ichthyologists are people who
Don’t traverse as normal people do,
Don’t fish as normal people do,
Don’t run for green banknotes as normal people do,
They ride speed boats to save animals, unlike what normal people do,
They dive and go underwater, unlike what normal people do.

These are eco-centric people who leave their egos behind
and care for things that we don’t usually care about.
They are the ones who care for beings whom we don’t even notice.
We think that they waste their time, but instead,
they spend it on what isn’t cared for.

What good is violence when it causes deaths?
It causes World Wars, battles, and regret,
It causes sorrow and pain,
It causes the loss of innocents.

What is the point of the nations when there are wars ongoing?
Does the group help any place get out of a war situation?
No, it does not, but of course it gives speeches about peace,
It gives us a model of a healthy world, but it does not achieve it.

Peace is mistaken for only the absence of fighting, violence, and bloodshed.
Yes, it may be that, but it is also in our calm,
It is the calm in a stormy night,
Only believers can truly experience it,
Peace doesn’t need to be fought for; it should come from within us.

Peace needs to be experienced,
It needs to be felt,
It doesn’t come so easily,
It requires tolerance and respect.

We need peace, not only at the border but at home,
Staying silent is not peace; it is tolerance,
Peace is when both sides are kind and respectful toward each other,
It is a simple task, but can we really follow it?

I went to the circus yesterday
Saw an elephant that could say, “Hey!”
A giraffe that could dance and prance,
Also a dog who did ballet.

Until I visited the zoo, I never knew
That elephant poop could smell like a stinky old shoe!
Or that a monkey could swing and, with a “Ka-ching!”
Snatch away someone’s sparkling wedding ring.

Then at the pet shop, what did I see? A kitten with mittens.
And a dog named Jerry, who was quite hairy.
I went home with a kitten, who loved eating chicken,
And purring in the kitchen.

Bright sun, bright sun, you are very gold
Bright sun, bright sun, you are very bold
You can be very bright
But not very much during the night
The clouds might cover you up sometimes
And that doesn’t mean you let them climb
You can be very mighty
But sometimes you are a little afraid of my kite~y
Bright sun, bright sun, you can shine very brightly

The fire is loudly roaring,
At the moment, it’s quite boring.
Chewing charcoal,
Wait! That’s from our bowl.

It’s growing larger every second,
Giving us little time to respond.
Darting this way and that,
Now I see it’s really quite fat.

Oh no! I heard the clock chime,
Which means it’s nearly daytime.
It’s massive now, making everyone run,
It’s being cheered on by the sun.

Then, right on cue,
Rain comes to our rescue.
Because of fire’s bad behaviour,
Rain is our newest saviour.

I rise
you may taunt, torment and terrorise me with mocking eyes, lies, criticise.
You may make up demeaning lies or push me down into the dirt, but, like butterflies,
I rise.
Just like rainbows passing by in the sky, with the conviction of sunset,
like knowledge and belief flying high, still,
I rise.
Did you want to destroy me with your bitter twisted lies?
Breakdown before your eyes?
Shoulders droop like terrorised soldiers?
Engulf my depressing cries?
On the surface crawling, still going,
I rise.
Bounding, flashing, crashing,
I rise.
I’m an army being invaded in war, I’m a castle preparing for battle,
My strength mighty in size
I rise.
Leaving behind years of terror and demise,
I rise.
Stepping into a galaxy that dreams throughout me, I rise.
From my mother who raised me I bear the right,
I am the dream, the stream, the power of my might
I rise,
I rise,
I rise.

A poem inspired by Maya Angelou

There once was a flower
That sat on top of a tower
For nothing was taller
Than this flower
On top of a tower

The birds in the sky
Let out a shrill cry,
As if to say—
“How can we fly?”

But we, the Men,
Are so insane:
We can’t feel or fathom
The feathers’ pain.

We drag and take
The world to a stake;
And do no good
To the done-mistake.

The folk of the sky
Still continues to fly,
With gasps for breath—
And a deep, long sigh.

Can’t we unite,
Take up the fight —
And beat the pollution ,
To make the welkin bright?

As creatures live in sea, land and sky,
The birds live by flying really high.

The leopards, tigers and lions,
Live with their homes being dug up for iron.

So save the fish and defend the fish,
Don’t let our friends be our dish.

The rainforests are really blessed,
So don’t pollute them or our oxygen and food will be less.

As flowers start to bloom,
Animal homes are in doom.

We may be living well,
When forests and seas are swell.

Try your best to always save,
If you think you are that brave.

When your sitting at home not even trying,
Things out there are already dying.

Not to mention the Indigenous race,
Who never harmed us but lived at their own pace.

People chop trees just to be sold,
As they don’t worship or even notice: What a wonderful world!