Killing the Mockingbird

“It’s a sin to kill the mockingbird…
When it sings its heart out”…
Ask thyself, and see if thy worthy to stand among the clouds…
Shedding of innocent blood…
Is no trip around the roundabout…

Authorities play the Hunter’s Game…
While pricking on their prey…
Thinking that birds have no feelings;
Or do they?
Birds have no rights or have any say…
Picking their spot, picking their day…
To give the bird a courteous “Go away”…

Arming their rifles, taking their aim…
Thirst has set their hearts aflame…
Pulling the trigger, the bird flew astray…
It may not die, or it may…
But it doesn’t matter to them anyway…
They have disposed the bird standing in their way…

But the bird wasn’t a foolish one…
It knows; being the special hunt…
It is different from those under the sun…
Preferring the dark and shade, it was always on the run…
Plucking on olives rather than palms…
It was deemed to bring lesser goodness but more harm…

Sometimes its voice cause people to be adrenaline pumped…
Or in the mid day heat turbulent minds calmed…
It enjoys motivating people reaching what they want…
In return asked for nothing but some bread crumbs…
Or just some sweet plums…
As a payment for what it had sung…

Those who witness the murder…
Would scream in agony on top of their lungs…
For one had mercilessly suffered…
From the ferocious back stabbing tongues…
May it be a lesson or a reminder…
People are not disposables or mere junks…

For the next time around…
You might find yourself weighted, yet lesser by a pound…
Then you’ll realize your heart is hollowed; it is nowhere to be found…
You’ve traded your heart for a bullet round…
To shoot that mockingbird out of contention, out of bounds…

-Bornion Crusader-

Wonders...

At times we can’t help but wonder…
How God works in this world…
Among mess things seems to be in order….
Of things that look like mud muddle…
We might never know…
Beneath it there might be some gold…
At times we can’t help it but to stand in awe…
That we prostrate ourselves,
Or at His feet we fall…
I guess I went overboard…
I thought I’m so mighty and tall…
Sometimes with my earthly strength I fought…
Thus ending up banging against an invisible wall…
Most of the time I want it all…
But I overlooked; it doesn’t worth the pain…
My efforts end in vain…
Somehow or rather when I went too far…
He pulled some strings…
And I came back into the jar…
Things happens;
Both good and bad…
Sometimes I was happy…
At times sad…
When I get into trouble…
I thought I’m dead…
I deserve to live among the rubbles…
Or in an asylum among the mad…
But God has His own way…
To make the crooked straight…
He did something that in turn we may…
Reconcile with Him and spared from the fiery glade…
He took up the blame…
Withstanding the world’s cruel claim…
And bear the shame…
For the penalty of my transgressions…
And my ideological individualism…
He risks his reputation, dignity and life…
Took my place and paid the price…
Sometimes I look out afar…
And I saw Christ…
Living in people changing lives…
Telling people where the true treasure lies…
Instead of guessing, rolling the dice…
In the end of day,
I can’t help but sigh…
In ages of terror and insecurity…
Fear had long taken flight…
To my blind heart He gave sight…
My dark days had turn to bright…
I don’t deserve it…
Though I work for it with all I might…
For I know,
Wrong is wrong and the right is right…
I often take the guilt trip…
Going in rounds and sometimes slipped…
It often gives me the creeps…
But what I need is just to complete a simple deed…
Have faith and make the impossible leap…
In every obstacles and hardship…
It’s important to follow His lead…
Till one day I’m back to the crypts…
Rest in peace and enjoy my lasting sleep…
And find myself awake in paradise…
Looking around and realize…
Heaven is a gift; not a prize…
For He had long paid the price…
To bring me back home…
A place at its best and nice…

-Bornion Crusader-

Ask...

Sometimes things are just so lame…
Days seem to be just the very same…
Nothing’s changed; it all remains…
Ever running away from that pain…
That haunted me in vain…
But somehow; till now…
I’ve lost much,
Yet very little I gain…
Sometimes it’s a wonder how people remain sane…
In a world that is so insane….
In a life of choices…
Lane leads on to more lanes…
Whether if it is justified…
We are still to blame….
Seeking some intimacy,,,
We try to move out from the “safe territory”…
But sometimes it is out of courtesy …
That someone cheer for your bravery…
Which in truth is laughing at your stupidity…
Sometimes we thought of going for celibacy…
For love had hurt us deeply…
But then the urge for a company…
Tends to reignite the passion…
To dwell in this valley of no end…
Maybe it’s a law of nature…
Or just a mere popular trend…
That there’s woman every successful man…
And there are countless men…
Vying to support a woman by her hand…
Years may come…
And seasons passed…
But why,
Can’t a friendship last?
Some things are optional…
Some are a must…
Maybe it has been long in the past…
Some wouldn’t wait…
But some in miracles they trust…
Putting faith in the impossible..
Till the bodies disintegrate; turn to dust…
Slipping back into earth’s comfort crust…
It may not happen at all...
Maybe with a blast…
Let’s hope we can act wisely…
Not following just the gust…
Till then,
We will be answered if we ask…

-Bornion Crusader-