I am that bird in the sky - By Ousuru DeBlack

Watching the birds in the sky,

As they fly with a greater freedom,
Drawing a beautiful pattern in the atmosphere,
But leaving no air-prints in the sphere,
They embody a creation at peace - with each other,
In the manner they move in unison - and celebrate together?

Watching the chicken on the earth,
They too move together,
As they scratch earth's surface,
To fend for themselves and their chicks too,
Occasionally fight for a share of that food,
Yet most of the time they live in harmony,
For all have but plenty.

Now that I am that free bird in the human sky,
And that I have the freedom of my conscience,
I will leave air-prints and footprints in the human hearts,
As I fly in this multiple skies of humanity,
I will seek to live in peace and make peace my bow-string,
To create peace in the human hearts,
And unity in the social fabric.

Even as I scratch the earth's surface,
To fend for my family and myself,
My respect will run deeper - my ego backstage,
Hoping to leave a legacy - in eternity,
Since I am that bird in the sky!

He Died By Ousuru D. Black

He died,

He died two years to the day,

The day that robbed us his life,

His life that was a noble testimony.

Yes he died,

He died battling the effects of a stroke,

A stroke made the frail man helpless,

Helpless because he had no voice,

No voice to speak his final counsel.

Yes he died,

He died having lived full-cycle, almost,

Almost after seeing three generations,

Generations of his children, their children,

And their children’s children.

Yes he died,

He died and robbed us that love and unity,

Unity that was a creation of his discipline,

Discipline that embodied truth and justice,

Justice for his children and his family.

So when he died,

The main tree had fallen,

And we are left in pain and emptiness,

We remain in bitterness and fatherless,

Because the taproot died.

I am stood in faith and hope,

That our meet in the life yonder,

Will occur sometime some day,

Daddy I still celebrate you buddy,

Two years gone, keep resting in peace eternal.

Your son and young friend,

Just me – Black.