Multi-Coloured Terrorism

Struggling to find your place
Amongst a beleaguered human race
Frightened & confused
By the world’s ever-changing face.
Constantly trying to chase
Its tail
Struggling to contemplate the grace
Once bestowed upon us all
But now seems lost in space
Squandered by this relentless violence
Death and terror
Floods; earthquakes and tremors
Hovering over planet earth
Like a dark cloud of water
But blood pours down instead of rain
Soaking us all with grief and pain

Our innocence has not merely been beheaded
For that would imply
A swift, clean cut!
Instead, it’s been blown into smithereens
By suicidal bombers
Struck down by kamikaze truck drivers
Shot down by gun toting maniacs
With their AR-15 riftles
At a concert; in a church
On high alert as we lurch
From one attack to another
For a time

We’re taken back by the horror
Some taken credit for by I.S.
Islamic State
Others, just random folk
Deciding the fate
Of so many innocents
Becoming all too frequent
Proud of their destruction
Indiscriminate in our eyes
Yet meticulously planned
For our surprise
Simply because they can

Fuelled by hatred
Not colour
Disillusionment with the system
And too many guns
Not by any theological
Or religious superiority
It’s gone way past that!
Killing for killing’s sake
It’s purely psychological
They’ve got inside our heads
It’s a multi-coloured terror
Relentless in its occurrence
Suffocating yet highly addictive
Heart-breaking in its normality
Like a modern-day Wild Wild West”

Written & copyright of Ken Hume


Easter Rising of My Heart

(Rebellion of Love)

On 29th April 1916,
After 6 days of ferocious fighting
Heavy losses; bloodied pavements
Battered ideals
Padraig Pearse agreed
To the unconditional surrender of arms
To the British Army.
They had made their statement
To the world.
Fiercely they had fought their fight,
Shed their blood
Then bravely laid down their lives
In the hope for a new; liberated Ireland.

100 years later
(Tired of waging constant war with myself
Of battling the darker side of me
Rebelling against the intimacy I craved
Keeping everybody at arm’s length
For fear of getting hurt)
On 29th of April, 2016, I Ken Hume
Agree to the unconditional surrender
Of my arms… my legs, my mind,
Heart, body and soul
To the ruler of my Island
President of my Republic
To the Queen of my Empire.
Anne-Marie Stones.

Royal, Unbowed
I will gladly bow to the knee to her.
My very own Countess Markievicz
Fiery; principled; headstrong
Courageous and compassionate
Willing to sacrifice herself
For the greater good of others
Willing to die for her beliefs
Willing to stand up
For the rights and liberties
Of those less fortunate than herself

This is the Easter Rising of my Heart
For this Easter Rising I will start
A Rebellion of Love
A Rebellion that will shove
Back all the foreign forces
That have invaded my soul
And sought to take control
A Rebellion
That will break down the walls
I’ve built around my heart

I will now gladly surrender
I will now gladly empty my guns
And lay down my arms
I will stop fighting
I will wave the white flag
And embrace the very thing
Of which I’ve lived in fear
The vulnerability of loving completely
And of being loved.

In the Easter Rising of my Heart,
I was shot.
Fatally wounded by her unconditional love
For me.
A bullet of undying affection forever lodged in my heart
A new; liberated me emerged from the rubble
Dead to self.
Alive to love.

This is the Easter Rising of my Heart
For this Easter Rising I will start
A Rebellion of Love.”

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