Eric Zinbabora Batung

Let the dawn of the day brighten our lives.
Give us cause to desire life for today and tomorrow.
so that our cares may not cause us to curse this cause,
But bravery to bare the brunt we bare upon our backs.
...

Many have come.
Many more have gone.
So soon it is here.
The announcer has sounded the drum,
...

The storm came and with it came the rain.
Our bodies were targeted for the bashing of the storm.
The whipping of the rain was upon our heads, our faces,
Our shoulders, our backs and our feet.
...

Downtown they tour,
Seeing sights and surveying signs.
Hand in hand they each support the other.
These streets they know so well.
...

Man was made forever to live,
But with birth he was meant to die.
Yet both life and death, in Eden they were created.
Life the means, death the end.
...

I am drowning.
I am losing it.
The straw of hope is slipping away.
Through my fingers it is slipping away.
...

When visions were like daydreams.
Reality from a distance was like a mirage.
Calls from a beloved voice,
sounded like echoes of silence.
...

Yesterday was their time.
some conquered
And got to the upper echelon of society.
Others got conquered
...

She grew up with aching memories of many losses.
Her mother, her father, her very security.
She grew up anyway.
The storms, waves and fears;
...

The world that loved me,
Yet left me alone
In the corridors of solitude.
Where endurance was paramount.
...

I'm awoken by the bite of a fire ant.
With anger and aversion I brush my face.
Weary and tired I trudge through the dark room.
Through the porch the sky vents its spleen on my eyes.
...

While it is New.
While it feels Hot to the touch of the heart.
While it sparkles with dazzling beauty.
While it gives off great and alluring fragrance.
...

Deep inside me,
In the most furtive yet subtle of places.
I held a secret; witty yet weighty.
...

From freedom into slavery I run
Like a prey running away from safety into a trap,
Only to see later that I was living in a fool's paradise.
From your warm hands into another's cold grip
...

When all hope of trust is gone,
When there is no reason to hang on,
When all the rules have been broken,
When you are left standing aloof.
...

All our lives we yearn to earn much for ourselves;
We run away from ruin for a touch of the rain.
We stumble, yet keep running up on our feet;
We lose much love and learn more lessons.
...

Sitting up in my bed one of those bright morning days
Enjoying the warm caresses of the morning sun's rays
The pressures of previous days sneaked into my sail
Then within my skull, I felt a mighty oceanic wave
...

Every dawn is a new day, bright as the first light of dawn.
Soothing as the balm of Gilead.
Penetrating every fibre of your being.
Melting the cares of yesterday, the worries of past nights,
...

Every day, when I wake up, I pray not to stray.
Yet I stray.
I cast a gaze into myself and see the stains of yesterday.
I try to clean the stain yet it stays.
...