I watch parents and toddlers march under a burning sun
Common citizens
They shout minds of a single concern
That children not in a single ideology learn

Fears reflect events of only recent history
When schools closed so students go where’re to do wrong
That heroism was symbolized with a blank exam paper
That the only song sung was in praise of a man-made sun

Memories abound of people risking lives to leave the motherland
To seek comfort and opportunity in a colony
Many adult marchers today are children and persons in this company
They fear a resurrection of power characteristic of similar hands

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Dawn     2012

A cloud on top of dark trees
White as the belly of a fish
The sky a pale blue
Half washed with greenish hue

I watch the elements from my balcony
Counting what else is in company
The cloud suddenly turns into pastel pink
To the white sky now a bird joins in

Not a moment the cloud is out of sight
The sky a pure mirror yellow and bright
Goldern splashes wash the dark trees green
The universe serene a day begins