In a fuzzy crowd!

So long since I have been able to keep my head strong
In the fuzzy crowd, I see a stranger, Asking for alms.
I buy him a ticket and hand him some money,
I hope he makes it home.
Inexplicably, comes a gust of feelings so hard,
Rejoicing I cannot contain myself,
Lucky I consider those who have the shelter,
With a protection to keep them forever.

Naught is what I have, looking for principles, I came to a climax
The world called them elders,
Some called them family,
Some called them fathers.

A patriarchal society one would call.
I feel an anchor,
That needs a reckon.
A guide, a rudder, a pilot.

Influences or inspirations,
I derive, in the way to give it back to them.
No hurt, no pain, no shame.
Happiness in their name.
An environment for them to breathe,
A park for them to stroll,
A garden to feel,
A memory to cherish,
A montage of life that they passed on.

I have seen shame in love,
No shame in violence though.
I have seen anger in hurt,
No hurt in pain though.
I have seen some of what they showed me.
I have seen the best person given by God,
I call her Mommy!

My mommy, your mommy, his mommy, her mommy.
Daddy here, daddy there, daddy somewhere.
Some spread love while some give hate.Hate produces hurt, hurt makes hate.
The world is wounded and band aids don’t help!
I long to give them love, so that they don’t make a child, a mother, a woman abused.
A son, a father, a husband bruised.

Its an elders world and what we give is what we reciprocate.
An image to carry, an idea to utilize, a world to bereave is that all that we are?
A child is the father of the man.
Soon, the father loses itself,
The child finds himself.

Time is ticking and all that we are left with will be ruins.
The oil, the gold, the money,
None of that matter, no honey
None of that matters, to save our souls.
None of that matters to save our souls!!



“All you need is love.
Why don’t you learn human language?”, I said.

“You understand my need, why can’t there be people who understand more like you?”, said the dog.

“I wish I could do more for you.”

“You have ¬†loved me. That is enough.”

“But there are so many out there. I want to reach out.”

“You alone cannot be enough but there are many like you who love and understand, who feel and who believe. Most of my friends are savored as dishes, they are enjoyed and humans cannot feel the pain they feel. It is sad I too am made to perform on them but I am not a human. Humans have a choice.”

“Humans sure do, but they say they cannot be healthy without meat.”

“Do you eat meat?”


“How come you are alive still?”

“Hmmm..I get your point.”

“If I live on grass, which I cannot, I will die. There is no life like that for me. I understand the differences, I know what is meant to be and what is not. I do not hurt someone who loves me and still they call me the animal.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I do not have suggestions. This world is huge, most of my peers are mistreated, they are made to fight for money, they are taught and trained, they are used by the military and put to sleep after service, they are beaten on the streets, played around with, messed with to show their strength, and still they call me the animal. When the world loses a dog, it shows their is a heaven above. When a dog is killed, it shows there is a hell down below. It is not for one human or a group of humans to bring a change. If you feel the way you do for me then keep me till I am old, stay with me in my troubles, pamper me and spoil me, let me lick you on your face because I love you, don’t lock me in a room when you get visitors, don’t throw food at me, don’t curse me, tell someone not to curse me, share pictures of me, love me. It will work, one step at a time.”

“I am here.”

“You have always been. I will say to you dear friend, you humans are twisted. You think you know, but you don’t. You cannot barely love your fellow humans even when you speak the same language or stay in the same house. I have loved despite being mistreated, I have come despite being kicked, I have honored, despite being humiliated, I have been loyal despite being forgotten. Yet they call me the dog, a curse word.”