   The Quiet Riot   Poem by aira olayvar

I thought to pray,
I heard one say, go, bow thyself before Him… call on Him.
Lay thy faith in Him and you will be enlightened…
There another one say, no he is too busy to listen.

I thought to forgive,
I hear one say, forgive and you’ll be forgiven…
There another one says, no, for they will in-turn repeat again and again.

I thought to help,
I heard one say, do, for it is a good thing…
It will aid the helpless from their burden,
It will lessen the worries of others…
Then I heard one says, no, for it will consume you…
People enjoyed your strength in-favor them…
One wrong-move, they will forget all the good.

I thought to be patient,
I hear one say, yes, you need to…
It will light life easy and harmonious…
But then again I heard one say no, without impatience people are lethargic and careless.

For every good there’s bad… in every thoughts I have,
For every positive, there comes the negative in every situations given...
For every decision’s taken, there’s a doubt that’s hiding.
There’s a quiet riot within the secret battlefield of each being.

-aira