Haiku's

Do not curse the sun
Or the wind that blows strongly
Enjoy each season.

Do not curse the cold
Or the rain and snow that falls
Be glad for water.

Indeed it may be true
Yes, though not always the case
Haiku's do not rhyme

Human right my arse
If good for America
Then by all means yes.

Speak you no evil
And see you and hear the same
For a happy life

The bird who does sing
Does so not to entertain
But give a message

On calm evenings
We see the other side of
Winters harsh cold face.

We want change, they say
A mantra, a common chant
Maybe they will get it!

Obama is good
Is the common cry of man
Time in time will tell.

This man will make us
A better nation being black:
But so's Mugabe

He awaits the morn
The condemned man to be hung
We all wait for death

God sees all we do
We make him smile tears of joy
But moreso pain

Writer without pen
Yet poems I write, are many
Computer replaced ink

Late at night I write
Verse only myself to please
And for you to read

Cast out your net wide
And draw it in whatever
Is there, be happy.

Why not live in hope?
Apathy is not the way
In which to progress