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Just A Kid!


I’m just a kid, so they say,
I won’t understand, they always state,
Just let him be, their abandonment of me,
Give him time, to disappear no doubt.

You think us less, and treat us best,
You try to mould, our minds won’t rest,
You raised us up, from infant to teens,
You are the Home, we’ve always known.

But in our teens, we start to fight,
We bite and rage, unafraid of age,
We speak our minds, we show no care,
You lose control, and fear the trolls.

We have the future, within our palms,
From Facebook to Twitter, the world so large,
We see the evil, within ourselves,
We start to stress, life’s pressured to oppress.

It was not smart, to gift me a phone,
The pain of porn, the violence on YouTube,
The ugliness of Instagram, self harm on Tictok,
I cannot breathe, within my skin.

I’m just a kid, that broke too soon,
I learned to lie, took drugs to die,
I drank more alcohol, black eyes on ice,
Few cuts to prove it, online they love it.

I posted this photo, taken by Kelly,
It shows my good side, without the dramas,
The masses adore it, inside I hate it,
He’s a good kid, my mum declares it,
Shame we don’t talk, why won’t they HELP ME?

By Julius Fa
©2021

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
©2021

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

Daughter’s request of a father.


It’s time to ask, this dad of mine,

To set it straight, my wounds to heal,

What truly happened, to mum that Summer,

To walk away, from us her family.

For twenty long years, my life on hold,

Seeking answers to questions, to one dare ask,

Dad raised a family, my brothers and I,

Never wanting to say it, her name that is.

I’ve heard his tears, and seen his scars,

Each night he broke, his heart couldn’t sleep,

He wore a smile, to show he’s brave,

He worked two jobs, to keep us safe.

Each birthday a cake, each milestone was bliss,

Never hurting to show, the love he gave freely,

He wanted us whole, never lacking a mother,

He raised two soldiers, and I a nurse.

It was this Easter, within this pandemic,

I braved the cold, he’s now so old,

What truly happened? That made her leave?

He looked at me, and said “she’s still here.”

by Julius Fa

©2021

If Night Could Talk.


It was a winter, just like this.

The days are long and the nights grew short.

If time could talk, it would have said,

what humans would do when hid in the dark,

Can you see through the dark of sin,

The stars that watch and turned away,

It seems at times that if we talked,

The world would listen and stars will fly.

I cannot seem to connect my thoughts,

My feet are cold, my hands are scared.

You look at me. They turn away.

It is too much for you to say, “good night, sweet dreams” . You humbled by.

But it’s not enough to stop my cries.

I scream.

I shout.

Will anyone listening.

Good night, Sweet dreams. I wish tonight.

By Julius Fa

©2020

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

Is It Time?


Is it time yet? I ask myself each day, what’s the world coming to. When lives are lost and creation resents itself for awhile at least. The air is cleaner and the silence deafening, people so few and streets staved. This new decade writes its own rules and commands respect, whilst denying human freedom. Sit at home rings the daily political briefs, save lives the common tone. Seems to me we have not long left, but that’s just doubt talking, hope gone walking and faith stilling holding. Is it time yet? The question we all one day will ask ourselves.

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

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