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WINGS OF FIRE

The wings of fire,
Those who never get tired,
Are never set on pyre.
Give me my Lord,
Such wings of fire.

The winter of emotion has lasted long enough,
The coldness of feelings has been tough.
Humanity is shivering under the effect of inaction.
To break this wall of ice, I aspire.
So I pray my Lord,
  to give me, the wings of fire.

All eyes are on me,
Every heart has ire,
Wanting to see this system on fire.
To fill their desire, my Lord
Give me the wings of fire

Inside my heart,
There is a fire.
To change this society,
To improve this world.
To destroy this system,
With a glowing sword.
O Lord, give the wings to that fire,
Give me the wings of fire.


NAME :- GAUTAM SHAHI
AGE  :- 17 YEARS
CONACT :- shahigautam_64@rediffmail.com
Reviews and Comments Requested
Posted 11/09/2002

 

 

"Be aware of what you are ..."

(By Zakaria GLENZA)

"From upon the a mountain, I look and  I see you shining that’s how I know you’re a star,

Sun tries hard to catch you, it can’t as the distance is very far,

You’re more than a girl I can seduce with fame and a car,

You’re a big emotion, You’re a holy melody coming from a blue guitar,

Just be aware of what you are...

Know, better than you, God didn’t create,

even if he was given to do more than 7 days, I mean 8,

you’re just a kind of a miracle, a one that’s real and great,

I’ve dreamed so long to find you, now to own you, I just can’t wait !

Just be aware of what you are...

I want you to know that I’m a selfish and jealous kid,

don’t want anybody else holding you the way I did,

I wanna be the only baby you're to feed,

you’re eyes caress and touch are my only need !

So be aware of what you are…

 

before I sleep each night I pray,

with a crying voice I beg and say:

« God, you’re ruling the world, so make me a little able,

to serve my Mary heaven on a golden table,   AMEN »

I pray 2 live around you, whenever you are my dear,

so I can take away your pain, and give up your fear,

so I can be the first inside you, whenever you need someone near

I swear to love you and hold you enough,

to make my love your smooth cloth you wear in a world so rough,

and even if I died, never, I said never take this cloth off,

And be aware of what you are."

Posted 11/09/2002

 

                                               "CRACK KILLS"
Kids in the streets
With no place to sleep
Hiding in boxes
While the crackheads creep
Sitting in the silence of the darkened night
Wishing for some food, even just a bite
Scared to tell their parents if they’ve done something wrong
Cause the pain from the beating’s will last to long
They try to go to school but get made fun of,
So they sit on the corner like their mom, but sell drugs
Looking up to the older kids, cause they show luv
Ain’t never gonna be nothing but a thug
By the time they get the chance, It’s just too late
They’d rather kill a man then work for a hot plate
Running from the cops when they try to make a living
Get out of jail to get let back in
The only hope for a new life
Is the sharpened end of that bloody knife
Got no one to tell them what to do
So they inhale the smoke from the killer named woo
Back to the alley to get some sleep
Their pockets are empty, an the pigs are rolling deep
Lay down on the ground to get some rest
Wake up in the morning with a gun to their chest
Their shoes are gone, all they’ve got is their pants
They ask the lord, “Please just give me one more chance?”
There’s only one thing left for them to do
That’s fight for their life like they’ve always been forced to
They wrestle to the ground and the gun goes off
Noticing the skin from their chest is to soft
Their mama walk by, don’t know her own kid
And everybody goes on living just the way they did



Chad Koschuk, Age 16
Copyright 2002 Chad Koschuk
Posted 11/09/2002

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