Gwedeng Ngalah
BRING NOT BACK SAD TEARS
Bring not back sad tears I fight hard to slay
As now I pause to ponder why they slay
Three mental mountains in this gory way
Ever to haunt the minds that oft betray.
Betray not love three poets seal with pure blood
Each pours to flow as ink in one vast flood
Sages will seek for ages to make good
Offers in tales meant to mellow the mood
Now strained in pain good music feeds as food
Good enough to hail their ink spilt as blood.
Gwedeng Ngalah
THE FACE OF LUCK
The only truth surrounding Death is life
Hidden from view of mean men who shun strife
On earth that paves the path we seek for bliss
Made manifest in Heaven where true peace
Abounds and stifles all cares and worries
So rampant on this sphere in sad stories.
Knowing this truth is one way to kill Death
Without warring with worries of this earth
As when in verse we shun tears to hail years
Spent well with us to dispel cares and fears
Eternity drowns when three brave poets say
No more to drab disgrace fine dreams betray.
Getting thus away from this mire becomes
Wisest way for white souls to seek reforms
And leave the stage a better place to host
New actors well trained with the vision most
Gifted Teacher contrive before they go
Without notice to ensure Death disgraced
As when on eight March women are displaced
’Cos of one bang from timber truck that struck
At dawn to shock and turn the face of luck.
Gwedeng Ngalah
SCARED DUTY
High and low, low and high; higher! Higher!
I can see you three climb higher! higher!
Ladder with white wings busy in old dream
Ascending beyond the skies, skies that beam,
Radiating with light unknown to spread bright light
On the blind and ignorant who incite
Under war and terror that bread disgrace
So much to man in dire need of God’s grace
Now, that grace you find, mounting high so near
God’s kingdom, where you three are held so dear,
Where we all long to be, but cannot reach
As we lack your courage to cross the bridge
Always high and higher you three must go,
More so to relieve us of all, sorrow
Because white-wing’d, busy in true beauty
Each one of you sustains scared duty!