Rain drops rush
down my window.
Each one sparkles
clear perfection.
Circular shapes
move before me
turning, sliding,
swirling into streaks
that caress the glass.
Rainy day pageants
brighten my heart.
By, Saleema E. Giltinan
In Decency
They shot him in the head
Called him dead
Sang a national anthem
Like a phantom
Ringing with revenge.
Some demanded pictures
Of the head that bled.
While others said the sight
Would mar a sense of right.
As if war can be fought
And hidden, so those
chanting victory slogans
don’t get disturbed by
organs, death, mutilation.
War spits at wisdom
Calls the One, many
Then gashes all
who buy its fears
and play its games.
Saleema E. Giltinan
Detours
It’s not easy to rise
covered in the mud of failure
and take another step.
It’s not easy to dwell
in sorrow
when a dream disappears.
Determination and surrender
form the bridge
that leads from despair
to hope and peace.
Step by step we climb,
until our destiny unfolds.
by, Saleema E. Giltinan
It’s Business
Clipity clop, clip pity clop.
Equus, majestic beauty,
you pull carriages
for oblivious tourists
who enjoy a ride
that allows you to be
enslaved, used by those
who ignore empty eyes
and steal your freedom.
Enthralled by profit,
coveting ease, earth’s
guardians become tormentors.
Saleema E. Giltinan Copyright@2011-4-4
