A SONG FOR ADONU

the tiny chameleon says,
he has strength enough to spit
into the face of King Cobra
but he chose one step at a time

we are the sons of beardless Chameleon
we are the dog who caught the game
but are made to take comfort in the bones
beneath the master's table

we are the wood splintered by iron axes
we are the door ravaged by steel arms
and torn apart so they may take the prize

we are the deflowered virgin, raped
by sailors from the Seven Seas
and draped in shrouds of soft silken threads

we are the abandoned princess
waiting for the man who touched her soul
to return to free her heart in the stone

we are the vast and endless pasture
caught between delicate pale white fingers
that pluck and tiptoe away the smile on our faces

and now we shed tears, littered fragments
of our broken dreams in every allay of the world
while they rub our chests with the fragrance of death

the tiny chameleon says,
he has strength enough to spit
into the face of King Cobra
but he chose one step at a time
one day when the King calls
for the silent majority he'll be there

HOME AGAIN

we venture out of our birthplace,
when we feel we hit the dead end
erroneously we wave goodbye to our loved ones,
and try to forget some we never loved at all 

away from home we celebrate all that's new,

and dive into its streams with all clothes on
but the surprise is the shock when we hurt in the new
deep in tears we hear a voice from our past
notes of nostalgia come flooding into our souls

soon, the sweet candies of the new
begin to fade and we wish to go back home
back home we come to know the past is dead,
we have been away for far too long