THE OTHER

Who am I? I am the Other, the other brother The brother you would rather forget

I am the shadow shivering Under the bridge When winter comes;

The child selling cheap pens In traffic jams.

I am the one you make fun of For eating with my hands For not speaking with your accents

I am the Other. I am the one who does your slave work I am the one who cleans up after your party I am the one who pays with my blood For your Eternal Frontiers.

Laugh at me, snub me For I am not like you. But some day I shall rise,

I, the Other. And I am, I will be The stuff of your Nightmares. Fear me.

Second Poem: A BILLION OBESE PEOPLE WALK THE EARTH

A billion obese people walk the earth Eating more than their health can sustain Eating more than the world can sustain Feeding on the blood of the world.

Meanwhile, stones fly in the shadow Of the Pyramids. Ancient, and built of Ancient stones Hauled up by scrawny slaves From the great Mother Nile.

What would they say today These nameless faceless unknown slaves Who being nameless and faceless yet Built monuments for the ages?

What would freedom mean to them?

Is freedom but a word? Would the food the billion obese consume Mean more to those slaves

Than the blood and courage Of the men and women standing up to guns and tanks?

Empires rose and fell in the shadow of the Pyramids Empires meant to last till the end of Time.

Ozymandias, Rameses, Caesar, Napoleon Have come and gone. But the Pyramids, built by slaves, Endure Todays Empire, halfway round the world Will fall, and the blood and courage Of the people of Egypt shows the way.

But if you could turn time back

Back to beginnings, and ask one of those naked slaves What hed rather have, Freedom or food to fill his stomach What would he have chosen?

To a slave, what is freedom? Is it just a word?

The billion obese weigh down the earth with their Obscene weight.

The Pyramids Endure.

Third Poem:
OPERATION GREEN HUNT

This is not your land The sacred hill where the gods of air and water live The flight of the bird on the wing, Shimmer of the sun on the water They do not belong to you. They never did. Your machines of steel and anger Would rip the heart out of the earth, Rip the old gods from their hills and forests. Your greed fuels your machines Your uniformed minions, with guns in their hands Your uniformed minions who after all are only men As we are men, and women

Earths Children, we. Your greed would make an end to everything we have Everything we live for But this is not your land

And we will not pay the price for your greed And we will not go away. No.

We will not go easily, no, we will not go easily. We will not go easily, into the dreadful night. This is not your land, no this is not your land Our ancestors have lived here The old gods have lived here Since before the days when the hills were young. Yet you want what is not yours You try to take what is not yours And death is all you offer us And death is something we understand. No, we will not go easily

Though you do what you will Offer us your platitudes, feed us with Words.

Your words Your words are like your promises Empty. Empty like the eyes of the skull on the dry rock Empty as the scars on the earth Empty like the bellies of our children When your machines have moved on But when we pick up the gun

The gun is not empty. Our forests, our villages Our land, our gods Our world, not empty. Call us what you will Red terrorist, Maoist, Anti-national Call us what you will, but Our world is not empty. We will pay with our blood Yes we will pay with our blood We will water the land with our blood And it will be our land. Our words, our promises Are not empty.

Alone on Sea

Alone i lay on a wooden raft Alone i stay in the dark Alone i pray to survive Alone i may not survive Alone i look out the sea Alone i wake up on the sea Alone i seek out for help Alone i may not survive Alone i eat my dry food Alone i drink the salty water Alone i sit in the cold Alone i may not survive Alone, yes, alone i stare at the storm Alone, yes, alone i live on the sea Alone, yes, alone i wait for the rescue boat Alone, yes, alone i may not survive Alone, yes, alone i pray to be safe Alone, yes, alone i call out for help Alone, yes, alone i get on the boat Alone, yes, alone i was rescued Alone, yes, alone i lived on sea for months Alone, yes, alone i walk ashore unaided Alone, yes, alone i continue to hold the Guinness World Record for survival at sea

Peace Came
When peace came, I showered under streaming light - Silent, settling Effectuating over all The reassurance drunk From Mother Nature's breast. And rays channeled through

The greys of ancient gloom That paste the hopelessness of Dying on the battlefield or The losing out upon a risk In love; Byes to precious life (A husband, child, a wife) : Or failure: Crashed careers; bleak depression, The fallen - ruined, spurned Covered in veneers of rasping blight. When peace came, a gate begged A gentle path inviting me to Stroll through verdant fields of spring, Bristling with a bouncing life Of colour; flowers cheering to The air We have a chance in nature! ' When peace came, my addled head was Reconciling, airing, ringing true The sense of crushing pressure dead; Instead, I flamed a faith anew! When peace came, I saw our youth Inside a multicultural womb; our Death was pointing to a proud And glorious tomb engraved with words of Freedom for the soul that was when Once a body whence it thrived. When peace came, there happened you A fragrance dancing gainst a new and Frightened innocence of beauty - Eyes ready; slender arms of care A tender skin to be caressed. And we were blessed by starting fresh In rhythms of pervading warmth; sincerity.

Change:
Im trying to find something to base my life upon, Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay. Tomorrow comes, and then again, it goes, And my ambition to become something more, grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away,

The life I want now, gets closer each day. All I've ever wanted was something to live for, I dont want to be this little person anymore. Ive been basing my life upon what others think, I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink. I've fought to become who I am and what I want to be, I have to remind myself that one day, I will be free. Free from the rules I followed as a child, When everything was a game and life was so mild. Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair, And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares. Its like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me, And what I think about the way some things should be. I understand now, that Im pretty much on my own, And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known. All the time, I think about everything I cant say, what I have to keep in, And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen. Soon I hope to find out who I am, and what I am meant to become, I want to know where Im going, I dont need to be reminded of where I came from.

Fear itself is undefined:

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears, I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear. Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack? Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back? What is it that I'm afraid of? Why am I so scared? Is it the people I've hurt or the people that have hurt me? Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see? Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family? Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy? What is it that I fear most? What do my eyes say I'm scared of? Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise? Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die? Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp? Is it all the memories of my horrid past? Is it me? Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be? The things that I try to understand? The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad? The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear? . . . I think the thing I fear most . . .is me