Author Archives: montecyril

Those whispered prayers all through childhood  schooled in vocal pulpits between pew wood  Yet I have voiced my doubts, but retained  my original baptismal Christian name  Have I forgone exoneration? Am I sin?  Yet, my doubts become the din of conviction  Is there a cross when disbelief is faith?  Can salvation be a prejudice atContinue reading “Why I am not Christian: A poem “

There is no colour like black and white  It is always grey, even on a pitch-dark night  They are searching for bosons and quarks  And God’s elusive particle, the initial spark  Though Darwin has us all under his arm  But palpably still, God holds his charm  Yet, there’s fury out of belief and not calm Continue reading “Black and white: A poem “

Vladimir Putin is not smiling  Things are not happening to his liking  The CIA always has its say  in keeping justice out of the way  Look what they did to Saddam  For the dollar would lose its charm  Believe me, BRICS can do no harm  For the CIA has a very long arm  And NATOContinue reading “Vladimir Putin is not smiling: A poem “

We can measure seasons for aeons and the universe’s time  Aeroplanes can do it much better than any bird’s flight  But the colour of the rainbow in a smog is all too white  And they are saying civilisation has reached its height  Hunger and poverty are cold, politics is a dirty sight  Correctness is toxicContinue reading “Civilisation has reached its height: A poem “

Did she know what was in store?  Your mouth like a cat asking for more  Education was only a bleak dawn  Vulgar was your laughter, like porn  You did not cringe at violence  Vulnerability of others gave you licence  Hate was the season of your words  Early, you learnt of the bees and birds  AdulthoodContinue reading “Mother’s pain at depraved son: A poem “

Dried stingray was so tasty  Rice porridge was smooth and pasty  Mother cooked, cared and cleaned  Her sturdy hands with duty teemed  Grandma worked in the fields  She made her widowhood her seeds  Pure freedom was in the deeds  Few choices in the dough, with fewer needs  Dad was like silent, visible strength  Providing forContinue reading “Upbringing: A poem “

Was it Cain’s crime that God preferred   flesh over fruit? The fruit of paradise,  perhaps, in God’s memory. And he was  marked on his forehead. Protected   by his sin for life. He slew.  The shadow of jealousy is far too long  Tormenting the wretched. It keeps growing  like cancer eating the soul.  WeContinue reading “The story of Cain: A poem “

You can’t catch butterflies in a storm  They die, wings broken, antenna torn  Birds don’t dare strong winds, flowers shed  Animals hide from blizzards in panic’s bed   Famine scourges the wild, even bees lose bite  When a season fails to flourish, nothing seems right  A drought kills lush pastures, fruit don’t sprout  How everything isContinue reading “Man’s prejudice: A poem “

If wounds could be healed,  sorrow could be congealed  Walls would be no boundaries  but benevolently shady trees  A prayer is a rejuvenating limerick  Reignites the bard’s burnt-out wick  And the thin narrow space he walks  becomes roomy hallways without locks  Let the ghosts of time ceaselessly play  Circumstance’s bitterness not shatter like clay  Hurt mayContinue reading “Gateway: A poem “