Category Archives: News and politics

A Father’s Silence.


It wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t cope,
I did my best, her health was pressed,
She failed to see, the beauty in three,
She opened that door, this family she left,
Our children were young, her feelings grew cold.

It was a test, I told myself,
To raise her kids, alone and poor,
No time for petty, no time for wishes,
I had to work, two feed them well,
I learned to cook, and sew and more.

The boys were tough, at times too rough,
They cried for mum, but learned to love,
They grew up quicker, by ten their men,
Without the norm, they stood by me,
They cherish my stay, surrending their youth.

My angel was tougher, a daughter so needy,
She hungered for mum, afraid of fun,
Bullied at school, she stuck to books,
Escaping the norm, learning to belong,
I gave her my all, attentions and hugs.

Many years past, two jobs my curse,
Higher they rose, brighter they shone,
Glory within, tears down my chin,
Burning with hate, given this fate,
Wasn’t her fault, she wasn’t their mum.

A soldier is born, a second commands,
At college they ruled, giving life a chance,
A father so proud, his daughter a nurse,
The children aged three, now adults at last,
I sit down to reflect, still tearful within.

Thank you my love, a mum you still are,
You gave us a gift, three angels of God,
The stresses of motherhood, made you depart,
I dare not reveal it, for these children are my heart,
In silence I suffered, in our daughter you stayed.

By Julius Fa
©2021

Too Old.


“It’s been too long”, the old will say,

The steps of life, away they play,

They fought our wars, and died our deaths,

We play our phones, and curse their tones,

We disrespect these slow old men, that seem to think, inside we’re doomed,

We push them down, and make them wait,

They look so broken, with fragile weak eyes,

The youth show nothing, no matter their age, they rush and jump, no fear or pause, they talk of things, no root or cause, they worship their iPhone, Samsung and all,

This old man watches, and laughs at their ways, they are afraid, their courage is cowardly, their minds of technology, drives them towards insanity, broken and shameful, we fought for their freedom.

By Julius Fa,

©2020

Stood too long.


The Chair

I have stood too long, with those that stand and are afraid of those too fearful to talk. Is the world what it seems or are we just part of a system that believes only in itself, trying so hard to understand the ways of the world, the struggles of those that have little, and the enjoyment of those that have too much. The strangulation of the better man is but a crime, no lesser a crime of the rich man feeding the poor, only to return to his mansion and feed himself on their wealth. Are we really so blinded to the cries of this world, the discrimination of races, the intolerance of indifference, the procrastination of governments. It is time the world gets it renewal, only this time who will cash in its cheque

By Julius Fa

©2020

Won’t Laugh.


Is it me or does it seems no one cares about this virus. Nations are struggling and the environment is better or improved for the short time at least. The rich still blessed and the poor still blessed but in a different way. Can’t deny that sense of fear that stares you in the face when you look at other people. They seem lost and afraid to laugh and make a sound, coughing is out of the question. Sneering can get you arrested and to shout or raise a voice could get you sectioned for mental health. Our safety isn’t in our own hands it seems, trusting others now our daily norm. The leaders elected seem to be the failures we dare not show in public. Try not to laugh at their indecisions, and stay blessed and alert of course.

By Julius Fa

©2020

Here we are.


We are together again after months of self isolation, and longing for freedom to be able to go outside and walk the walk of modern times. The streets are quiet, the way is long. It feels like eternity on hold and life reborn. The scary journey to the supermarket, the long queues of masked faces and glove wearing hands. The look of confusion and trying to understand this new age of humanity, fought with death and mental health challenges. I am fearful for the victims of domestic violence, now locked in with their abusers and with very little freedom within. The air now we fear for the virus it carries, the world in isolation has countries and economies stand still. The rich still rich and the poor even poorer and beyond desperate. Here we are in this 2020, where are you?

By Julius Fa

©2020

Fear


Fear has a new name and it seems that name is a virus. People these days seem to be running around confused, baffled and dazed, by the effects of this new strain of virus that seems to be growing in the world and spreading across borders it does not discriminate against rich or poor white or black. On the country it seems only to want to dominate, populate and grow, this calls for obedience from humanity to remain self isolated, but human beings do not know what it means to be isolated. Our very fabric and existence is to be known for it is by being known that we become socially accepted and mentally adapted to the probability of Truth within ourselves.

By Julius Fa

©2020

Keeping Face


It’s not often that I get scared and confused, this worldwide panic got me thinking things and freaking out. My dreams don’t match and my head hurts from seeing masses desert city centers and shops stripped bare. We have become a nation of tissue buying champions, too afraid to confess that we are lost and this stress and weight is unbearable for just us. Our families are hurt and longing for a new day and fresh faith of calmer times and virus declining. Pray that this might take hold soon.

By Julius Fa

©2020

Gone.


The world laughs, when people fear. They hunt for a better tomorrow, during this fearful present, the news of virus feels every city and country. Nations stand alone, the world stands divided. All seems lost, minds are tired and the will to fight wasted. The vulnerable are forgotten and help seems far and wide, loneliness has now become their Master. Help only limited to the broken few, almost 200,000 infected, feels like a million to be real. Governments now exposed, their failures laid bare. Who do you follow, who will help you? I am but gone, gone too far.

By Julius Fa

©2020

Cost You Nothing


Patterns

What does it cost, to let go of fear and love.

Too much taken, very little given back.

We are a product of doubt, longing to be freed within.

Society more complex and twisted, the norm of today was banned 30 years ago.

What the young celebrate now, was the shameful hindrance of yester years.

Acceptance is the new gang, wanting to belong to a group or any existence at all.

I want to be acknowledged and hate to be ignored.

By Julius Fa

© March 2020

Counting Stars.


Counting Stars

You are a star, this much is real, helping others to reach, their fullest brightness. Never doubting and always praising, saying prayers and sharing sorrows.

I never wanted this struggle, I was good and kept out of trouble. Others were fake and lived by their selfishness, smoking herbs and downing shots.

On the roof, I leave it all behind, up I stare never wanting to lose the count, passed two thousand and still thousands more to count, take a seat could take a while.

By Julius Fa

© March 2020