Category Archives: Travel

The Brave Ones

We are the brave, no badge to show it,
We rule the waves, life’s hard you know it,
Our names the same, just say and own it,
We won’t be cages, you wait we’ll fight it.

The world in rage, pandemic and change,
Governments panicked, laws rushed,
Millions fell, their future stolen,
The present frozen, mental health rising,
In God we trust, our hope in vaccination.

We need to adapt, no rapture in tax,
Economics stalled, billions on loans,
Revival in furlough, struggling to borrow,
Bills and hunger, food banks our saviour,
Boredom and caged, longing for sane.

Stay strong not lame, find fame not vein,
Some connected, via zoom,
Soon forgotten, their doom,
Silence angry, be still,
Violence rising , more gloom.

Can’t defeat me, I’m proud,
Fear released me, hope found,
Courage within me, I’ll stand,
Happiness becomes me, let’s smile,
Brave and free, I’ll see you at three.

By Julius Fa

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

Trapped behind this door.

Where is the days? Where is the nights?
Behind these walls, I sense all is lost,
Time forgot me, sanity denies me.
This pandemic haunts me, fear holds me.

I have no friends, I lost my job,
I hate to Zoom, I’ll rather die,
My boss was wrong, to end my furlough,
The greed of men, my mental self cries.

I weigh too much, I will not eat,
This room is ugly, inside am lonely,
My stomach aches, for food no doubt,
Leave me alone dad, and mum get out, This room is lovely, it’s me whose ugly.

This isn’t me, it isn’t fair,
I curse this Covid, for stealing my mind,
I had few friends, a job I loved,
Freedom to live, my life was good,
But now we’re caged, this lockdown my rage.

I walk this garden, I see this door,
It’s locked always, no key is found,
It’s covered with weed, am frozen with fear,
My mouth is sealed, I can’t call out,
The number beside, the date I died.

By Julius Fa

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


Beneath The Heavens

Traveling the world

I met them here, beneath the stars,

The tables were laid, the beauty is real,

My dreams come true, my doubts take flight,

No reason for crying, deep joy and happiness,

Surrounded by love, forgetting this virus,

United we are, stay safe under heaven.

By Julius Fa


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


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

So Alone

Walking solo

I’m so alone, this Earth needs something more, or is it my life yawning for something more.

Each day feels strange each night looks doll, no time to reason, too much time thinking.

Why do I waste and struggle so much, why do I pretend that it’s all good when really am on fire inside.

Society only takes more advantage and the pride, greed and envy of so many now darken the modern age. Sanity is frail and weak, the era of strength now replaced by out own incapabilities.

What has gone wrong and what part did you play in this sunken future, where dreams die and love fades. On I walk this night, alone and full of fear and doubt.

By Julius Fa

© March 2020

My Shelter

My bed

It’s just a bed, so some may say, that truth is real, to me it’s more.

It’s the safety net that keeps me sane, the shelter that boasts my brain.

It’s happiness and comfort when I feel down, can heal the wounds this world dishes out.

It holds me tight and feels so right, it is my delight and Friend when all seems lost.

I’ll find my way back home, just to be with you.

By Julius Fa

© March 2020


It’s not the same, those wise men said, it’s all renewed, the walls we built, for years we broke down the walls hate built, desperate for freedom, two millions did die.

We take things for granted, these modern times fail, to learn from the past, wars still now rage. More bodies have fallen, too many now broken, leaders still stand lying, humanity sits down dying.

What truth do you believe, which side did you vote for, our planet is crying, our climate is changing, my people are hungry, your landfills are full. My continent is trapped, your democracy is crap.

They said it couldn’t happen again, the weapons of old renewed and tested, the dictators have fallen, arise the conquerors, just one push of the button sends everyone running.

By Julius Fa

© March 2020