Now even if they find a cure
It wouldn’t really matter
Because what really does matter
Is now gone for sure
What they should now really find
Is a cure to heal the dead
From hair to heel, from sole to head
In the healthiest state designed
Month: December 2020
Bless The Women Of This Earth
We don’t know what they’re going through
Nor what they have been or their value
We don’t realise what they are worth
God, bless the women of this earth
The catastrophe would be unclear
If, one day, they were to disappear
No life, no joy, no light, no birth
God, bless the women of this earth
I wonder if our presence is a curse
Would they be better off without all of us?
Oh we’re plenty and they are dearth
God, bless the women of this earth
Quite often we may take them for granted
But they never have been unwanted
Is Life still Life without their mirth?
God, bless the women of this earth
Where In This World Do You Find Good Sleep?
Is it in a full tummy
After knowing what hunger is like?
Or is it in a carefree head
Post battling an anxiety strike?
Is it in a rich man’s pocket
That has overcome all hardships
Or is it in a bloodied nose
That has won a championship?
Is it in a wise mouth
Restrained from all evil and vile?
Or is it in a helping hand
That lends someone a smile
Is it in the innocent?
Is it in someone who is true?
Is it in the righteous?
Oh tell me, is it in you?
Frank Solanki 