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Insanity At Loose -- Mohinderdeep Grewal
If insanity at loose
Kids with guns
Kills kids in schools
Just to be be known
Happy to pull trigger
Choosing targets
Who to blame?
Kids or their parents?
Or we all ?
We who are happy
To give toy guns to our kids
For click click click
and we are happy
To see them doing so
with false pallets though
Peep within to know
Who keeps guns and bullets
At home , putting carelessly
Within reach for kids to try
How the real guns explode
As in action movies!!!
Hear, the sobs of dear ones
Who have lost their children
See the blunder of parents
Who give chance to their kids
To be so obsessed to go wrong
Sobs, cries, tears, moaning
We go on hearing amid utter loss
Still we oppose gun ban law
For guns not within reach of everybody!!!
(c) Mohinderdeep Grewal
From Chula Vista Ca 91915
Join us TONIGHT for the Film Screening of Q'eshwachaka, a Peruvian film part of the Mystery of the Andes Film Series
About the film
Every year, the K'anas communities surrounding the Apurimac river in Peru reconstruct the last remaining Inca bridge. Witness their Minka, collective work, and Ayni, reciprocity, through various festivities that last four days.
More info on Mystery of the Andes:
www.MysteriesOfTheAndes.com
Fhatima Paulino and Rodrigo Saavedra coordinate the Ayni Institute Memory Program. We believe that no real or meaningful change can take place without reclaiming who we truly are and where we come from. As we face a crisis of losing wisdom and memory that spans thousands of years, we must honor and preserve our indigenous roots. We are currently focused on supporting the holistic documentation of practices and lives of indigenous communities of the Amazon and Andes in order to continue their storyteller traditions.
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How Come You Question?
Why do you ask me account of my breaths
When I have kept my book of heart open for you.
Why do you ask me such question
Which has no answer but silence.
Why should I see you away
When you always live in me
To touch strings of my heart to sing.
I had planted your fragrance in my garden
See, a rose has sprouted out from its soil
To bloom and smile at me.
When I look at blushing face of dawn
I see all your colors in its face
I do not mind if you have any questions
When you have come to me
With glimmer of moon and stars.
Why you do you ask me account of my breaths
And beats of my heart
When I have kept open
The book of my heart for you ❤
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(c) Mohinderdeep Grewal.
Chula Vista 91915