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| BR JEROME, Feels happy always to serve the Lord |
Br Jerome Emmanuel (Archdiocese of Hyderabad)
Sorrow burried deep in the heart
which can be seen clearly through the eyes.
Body designed with bruises on its every part
falling every moment they try to rise.
They stare at people with a glance of hope
but get pity or warnings, not compassion in return.
The good tidings of happy childhood they wanna gallope,
instead they achieve spits and scolds and shuns.
Seeing children going to school and study
they are filled with inferiority and self-pity.
Dreaming of being rich and famous in future
they spend their present in marshes muddy.
At the age of being fed
they go in search of food themselves.
By this unbearable hunger and temptations they are misled
into crimes like robbing, cheating and spoiling themselves.
Rejected by the womb which gave birth to them,
deserted by the hand which had to take care of them.
They open their eyes to the morn of this world
from a bin or a garbage or in a river being hurled.
Voices filled with pain and suffering
blamed and tortured by their surrounding.
Dressed with dirt and painted with fear
seems like everyone is their foe and they've no one dear.
cleansing their wounds with a solution of tears
finding not even a soul to console their fears.
If such a childhood to these orphans is given
how then can we expect them to become respectful citizen.
Just food or money or small favour done
nothing of this sort can soothe their pain.
A loving heart and a caring soul of one
if they gain it, the whole world they gain.
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Why Violence? (Whyiolence)
Br Jerome Emmanuel (Archdiocese of Hyderabad)
A dawn to come a dusk to go
so is life with all highs and low.
Life is good when lived with love
and love is gone when violence enters in somehow.
Violence is a great miracle wrought by human race
of turning a heart of flesh into a stony ace.
The same blood running through his nerves
is shed by him from his brothers curves.
Running in madness around a mad leader
with a motto to achieve foolish goals by stamping fellow brother.
With rage in eyes, sticks in hand and wishing others with taboos
they leave their respect and dignity for a reason unknown or loose.
Having their children at home crying for food
parents crying slogans on roads, doing no one no good.
Love is life and its poisonous to hate
yet these violent agitators term violence as great.
Living the food to be cooked at home, they fight for food and ungained
rejecting the rights resting in their hands they fight for rights unnamed.
Protesting is good if and only for good cause
it should boast our lives but not be a pause.
So protest well but test none
from groups yet remain one.
Catch sticks but hurt none
raise voices but not the gun.
Solve the problems by agitating with hoarding
but don't create problems like firings and chasing.
The bleeding bodies, wounds and corpse lying on the ground
if its considered solution then repeat it with louder
