LEONARD DABYDEEN

LEONARD DABYDEEN

Protest

(Remembering George Floyd)

Where his knee makes a lockdown on Floyd’s neck

There’s a choke-hold grip to turn off his breath;

Unable to speak, to wit his full deck.

In stifling whisper, Floyd speaks to his death,

“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”, weakening depth.

No more to tell, but to give voice to hear

Our protest, BLACK LIVES MATTER, without fear.

If He Could Follow

If he could follow light in the tunnel,

Where darkness holds the key to his freedom,

Would he not so gather his courage spell,

If he could follow?

Or would he sit, be grumpy like a bum,

Not making any effort, no spinel,

Only fostering lame excuse with rum.

Freedom has its price, darkness must he quell,

And like Athena, be ready to drum

This fire of courage to whip Jezebel,

If he could follow.

Life Is An Open Journey

Life is an open journey

travelling begins

from the moment

your shape and form

knitted with umbilical attachment

in mother’s womb

where the field of life

begins with echoes

of every heart beat

every pulsation

like a rhythmic dance

and a preparation

for formative enrichment

eyes wide open

senses tuned to a new world

as you continue itinerary

across landscape

of earth

of moon

harmonious challenges

sometimes intimidating

with no place to hide

or run

there never seems to be an end

just a beginning

yesterday

becomes today

all of today

rolls over tomorrow

and the scope of life

becomes a roller-coaster

with endless motion.

LEONARD DABYDEEN