Sunday, 25 November 2018

Haiku Variations. And Yet Fewer Rainbows.



I see too little rainbows
Am I going blind or losing hope
For Him to come back

He promised us the earth

And we turned it into this world
Cold and ugly, without compassion

Was it more than pain

When Yeshua cried ´have you forgotten me´
Was he foretelling our future

Will He ignore his children

Since we chose to abandon our Father
Chasing gold instead of rainbows






Sunday, 4 November 2018

This Giant Han That Chose The Wrong.



True, Han was insulted and belittled for centuries
All were underestimating this ancient giant
Soon strong and able enough to march


Yet, if Han represses its own and others
When this giant thinks it may destroy
Wildlife and freedom at will

When abandoned, the five coloured flag 

Died with the burial of Sun Yat-Sen
Also Mínzú, Mínquán, Mínshēng

And never forget, Tiananmen square

That glorious star Wang Weiling
People nicknamed Tank Man

Thus, modern Han has judged itself

As in the eyes of its wise of old
As in the eyes of the Creator

Where in the days of old, Giants
Walked this earth so will now
Earth eradicate its last