AUTHOR'S CORNER;

THE NEW YEAR DREAM

Within each passing moment in time and space, a yearning is awakening and the winds of doubt they are stirring.  A wish is lingering on the brink of emotion and is pulsating in time with my beating heart.  A dream is forming and an idea is set about and is festering in the corners of my mind.

Within the shadows of illusion a figure is forming clearly, a shadowy being with large hands and wild, wind swept hair.  A hollow man has emerged and from amidst the dust he stands tall, for he be the man of illusion who represents all his victims.  A sweeping impulse has taken me, a deep desire, a nagging thought and a twisted gut.  The winds of doubt they keep stirring and the idea is festering in the corners of my mind.

Within the chaos and destruction a child rises to its feet, from the rubble of the great wars of famine he shall rise and take his place beside the other.  For he be the child of famine who represents all those who have perished this way.  A need has formed from out of empathy and guilt has turned into a decision.  The winds of doubt they are stirring and that idea is festering and spreading like poison in my mind.

Within the debris of battlegrounds a young corpse gets to his feet and takes up arms, he takes his place next to the others.  He is the soldier of wars of greed and represents all his brothers and sisters who have sacrificed their lives for someone else's greed.  A tear is forming and an anger is rising, I feel their loss and the loss of their families.  And those winds of doubt, they just keep on stirring and that idea has festered in my mind.

Within the corridors of casualties, there they all rise, a woman beaten, an Aids victim, a tramp begging, a child crying, a homeless mother, a dead child.  There they all are, representing the casualties of greed, showcasing the modern world!  A deep breath is taken, a heartbeat is skipped, there is a lump in my throat and I am very still.  Because the winds of doubt they have stirred and that idea has festered in my mind.

Within our grasp, within our hands, within our freewill.  Let us rise from the silence and put end to the suffering of the casualties of greed.  Let us put our hands together and take one singular breath. Let us stare injustice in the face and say no.  For the winds of doubt, they have stirred for long enough, and that idea is now truly set in our minds.  

Let us want and wish for a better new year, where suffering that is man made be stopped.  Where the people put right what has been wronged.  Where we give our children a fighting chance, and honour our youth, respect our elderly and cherish our people.  Let the winds of doubt stir and let that idea fester in our minds!