Acacia Tree

Acacia Tree


While the cycadas sing their hymn

And the fireflies begin to flame

Beside the window pane

I marvel at your hugeness

Beyond my outstretched hands


Centuries has passed

And you are witness to the conquest

While they remain to reign

Like the “kapri” who immortalized



We hear the plight of the masses

For genuine reform in the land their

Ancestors have tilled


When will this tower of hegemony ends

Until revolution is won.


But the cries of the ancient skies will be heard

The route to victory will be trailed

Wealth like water

Needs to flow

Not to be hoarded

The ebb and flow

The rise and fall

For society’s extinction not to bear.









Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s