My poem Missing

This for all the kids starved of the light

Not given a chance to fight for justice

To see the devil in the corner

To know he’s captured

To feel enraptured

By the divine

To feel the bliss

Of a cosmic kiss

With the great spirit

Yeah let’s start this journey

To find the truth

Beneath the cracks

Call the carpenter

We need some sharp skills

To prevent kills

To learn how to write the wills

Of freedom and the justice

I kneel down to pray

I hope for a better day

Pain in my feet

Meridians feeling weak

I hit the dirt street

Blood in the red sand

Reminds me of tribes who died

Worshipping the land

Who the pandemic pulls down

The curtain is drawn

No more power given to evil

There’s blood on street

It’s everywhere

Not enough people care

People just stare

As genocide hits aged care

Dedication is rare

So I just glare

At the pointless purchases

Preventable deaths

Lighting up the furnace

Of the mortuaries

Where’s the blueberries

Need some chelation therapy

Thank you medical medium

For learning nature’s premium