Marching Feet

An emperor penguin
elected as the new leader
of the Antarctic region.

Other species of penguins delighted,
their voices were going to be heard.

They cry in fear of the dangers their homes face
a mysterious force
breaking off glaciers
one by one.

On his first week
the new ruler denied rumours
that glaciers were even moving,
so he transferred all the penguins
to the farthest region
where cold waves
crush the edges of ice they meet.

the penguins felt betrayed
they marched together with their
tiny unhappy feet
to protest the unjust insanity,
screaming into the emperor’s deaf ears.

As they were about to lose hope,
the animal kingdom created an alliance –
the seals clapping to motivate and support,
the whales destroying any trade towards the palace,
the albatrosses stealing luxuries
to deliver to the abandoned penguins.

The penguins moved towards the safer inlands
as they kidnap the greedy emperor
and banishing him onto the edge of the glacier
that is breaking off into an iceberg
sailing into uncharted seas.


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Today every person is an expert,
I hear unsympathetic chatter
stating humans have total control
over all our actions.

It reminds me of the years that I was depressed
and I cannot count all the times
that I felt oppressed by my emotions.

I had no choice but simply to be,
I could not control the overbearing apathy.

I tried to become a strong-willed warrior
that fights off any demon within,
but the demons are not soldiers
they are witches that curse you
witches that control the way you think and feel.

As if I was controlled by a voodoo doll,
I tossed my shield away
and used the sharpest blade
to stab myself
over and over and over again.

I refuse to claim responsibility
for wrecking my soul, body and mind,
I was a passenger in the driver’s seat
but the vehicle was on auto-pilot.

You stand before me
judging the actions that surface,
and I look at you, in pity.

I may have been numbed by crippling depression,
but you are being directed by ignorance
into a dead-end of dumb ideas and a meaningless life.



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The Contemporary Sculptor

The mother sees herself
as an artist who bred
life-sized sculptures.

They are all grown up,
yet she remains possessive,
binding them to be eternally grateful to her,
as if she was a goddess
who chose to bless them every day.

Obliged they are
day by day,
to appear happy,
to portray that sense of beauty and magic
that the artist tried to convey.

However, times come
that this feeling is not true,
and the ingenuity of the smile
creates a dichotomy
between the self and the sculpture.

An abyss is created,
separating the two realms,
sending off the self completely into oblivion,
so that the statue remains
with a loss of identity.

One of the three sculptures
managed to break the curse,
and instead of having his spirit crushed,
the son emerged as the victor,
demolishing the materialistic exterior.

Now the mother is broken,
baffled at how she could not remain
as the sculptor forever.

She could not grasp the fact,
that she had imprisoned her own children
into their own suffocation.

As they breathe,
she drowns,
into an ocean of guilt,
blaming herself
for all the scars
that they had



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