Walk a walk
Rojio Usham *
A voice is headed
by the side of the road,
and up ahead of the hill,
wearing no artificial tone
of solemnity or sorrow,
but cried as we always
like chirping birds in circle flight.
I am the soft star
among that burnish at night.
I am the soft wind
among the thunder winds.
Why cry for a soul set free,
who had choose the right path,
not the two highways
that connect the vampire land.
Ships sail and I stand,
Price rose up and I still stand.
Standing for the moment,
when someone says She is gone.
No I am not standing for that, Ima.
I am standing for those peasants,
who never had two-course meal,
but mean a lot to everyone.
I am standing to find a road,
a road that smoothly leads
to the green paddy field.
All that bombing
must have given you
the passion and compassion.
At night when all silent brakes,
and sleep abandon others eyes,
we will hear only boots
rumbling on the road.
Will rainbows and radiances
Be seen on your trek
Or will smokes reign
And sweet memories wreck.
We all can think
walk your walk,
Let us see the light,
Direct us through the night.
See good reasons why
To make another road try,
Don’t give up the fight.
Let’s save us from ourself.
Usham Rojio
* Poem from Rojio Usham.
He can be contacted at urojio(at)gmail(dot)com . This poem was webcasted on September 06, 2010.
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