CECILE.M.M PORT-LOUIS

Cecile.M.M

Port-Louis

"THE TEARS OF SILENCE"

Here I am, once again talking to myself

Perception at its peak and I've got to write it down..

About the day fear spread throughout the Seychelles Island

And the pain that was planted in our heart,

still remain within silence tears of our soul…

During the night they work in groups

Grenade and guns to hell they spook

Below the tree they drink and smoke

Waiting yet for someone to break the curfew.

And in the room of my nightmares I saw

How they use morphine to silence their prey

Through the panic curtain I peep

As they carried the helpless body into the truck..

People keep on going missing

Yet no one dare to speak

As silence forever hold their tongues

Or their names will join the killer's list..

People keep on praying

To the God in heaven’s above

For the return of justice and peace

So we may once again live in harmony..

For the wind of change we wait

And in God we pledge for deliverance

Giving up is not an option

For our motherland is worth the call…

"MY NOBLE THOUGHTS"

My noble thoughts,

I penned with sincerity.

It is straightforward statements,

coming straight from convictions.

Stories of intestinal fortitude,

that may perhaps kill me..

But no one has the ability;

to arrest or murder the idea of freedom.

Freedom are present in the people’s blood,

and it cannot be kept sleeping forever…

I have in the past, penned a few ‘vents’

and made few enemies..

But I have been also applauded by many,

for well written testimonial in a world of silence…

Sadly those that sells their freedom,

for security blanket will end up in misery…

I will continue triggered memories,

until I become a memory myself…

Let's persist in rattling the cage of oppressors

till they drop or set us free..

In the valley of despair ask God to hold our hands,

but never bow to devilish hearts of oppressors..

I refuse to budge from the truth,

so help me God…

"THE BITTER SWEET OF MEMORIES"

Memories sometimes, strolls

down my face like a stream,

a runnel of mixed emotions

both sad and joy,

in which I smile and cry

For I am forever Seychelles.

In my dreams, I heard

my country calling from afar

O God, how I miss this place,

my heart is like a suitcase,

swollen with memories of

both the good and the bad.

The bitter sweet of memories

My passport remains

forever Seychelles

the country where I was born,

and among all these memories

detaches an image of

white sandy beaches

crystal blue waters,

greenish mountains, yet

and sadly so much chaos

by power hungry cowards.

Memories crushing against

my heart and soul

like waves upon a shore,

families and friends some

no longer with us, but

as long as my heart goes on

memories live on,

and so does hope

for freedom and justice

may God save the Seychelles!

Cecile.M.M Port-Louis