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May your demise be an emblem of finality and change to the history of black oppression and racial division in the United States of America, and one which will inspire human equality worldwide. – Ian T. Sebàs –


There’s a man who sits under a bridge
It seems, to me, that’s where he lives
Month after month, year after year
Without fail, he’s always there

Alone
Just sitting on his own
With a few belongings
Valued essential things

And every time I passes by
I’m tempted to stop and say hi
He seems sane
And I’d like to know his name

His story
Is it one of pain or tantalizing glory?
Is he lost or consciously on track?
Why is he under that bridge in Spreitenbach?
© Ian T. Sebàs 2020


Tormented by an invisible force
Taking souls as it takes its course
An unfortunate plague and tragedy
Nature’s rage v man’s conspiracy

Though frightening and apparently new
Its behavioral patterns mirror the flu
Targeting our respiratory tracts
With silent but lethal attacks

Causing us to cough and sneeze
Tightening chest, struggles to breathe
Gripping bodies with fever
Temperatures heightens with its lever

Human beings now share the same tasks
Daily routines turns to wearing face masks
Prioritizing the washing of hands
Plus a precautionary social distance

Enemy code name: Covid-19
Remedy: maintain a healthy hygiene

© Ian T. Sebàs 2020

closed eyes

Seeing Souls

I am blind to features
I hear and feel, but never see
God’s creatures
My sight sees a black hole
Flickering lights, representing souls
Powered to be pure
Worthy to explore
Close your eyes
Rid all whys
See no more
Blindness is a cure.

© Ian T. Sebàs 2019
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5 Minutes With Robin
Today, a Robin landed on my leg
Looked at me by tilting its head
I thought it was brave
In the manner it behaved

With no fear
It just sat and stared
As if it already knew my reaction
That I’d only smile with satisfaction

Then I became curious
Of how many people this little Robin trust
I wanted to ask, but never uttered a word
Afraid that my voice might scare the friendly bird

We sat together, no questions, no chirps
Thinking to myself, “Well, this is a first!”
Was it the colours I wore or my perfume’s scent?
It looked and it shook, then off it went.

© Ian T. Sebàs 2019
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HTM
Birth: An emerge from unconsciousness into a state named Life.
Life: Colourful activities of an abstract existence occurring every day.
Day: A duration of sunlight or brightness intercepted by night.
Night: A darkness indicating a complete rotation of Earth.
Earth: Home of all living things until death.
Death: A resumption of unconsciousness.

Again, as we wake to the noises of life and its never-ending chaos, we embrace today without choice; this is life, a fated existence beyond our control, journeyed with speculations and vain pursuance of ideals, religions, politics and wealth, harnessed by trained emotions of prejudice and endless -isms while being staggered by love.

And so, Earth’s natural murmurs are drowned out by our activities, gradually, we grew deaf to its tune and blind to its revolving order, as crucial information subsides.

Still, there is hope. Earth is big, and we occupy only a small part of it.

Explore outside the confines of man-made societies, trek to the mountains and inhale, swim in rivers, lakes and seas; exhale. Discover other creatures in their natural habitat. Say nothing, and you will hear the natural melodies of Earth, apply patience and you will hear the message.

© Ian T. Sebas 2019
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Why were we born and why will we die
Why are some of us grounded while others roam the sky
Why are some rich and why are some poor
Why should I settle for less when others get more

Why are we lonely even though we are not alone
Why do we stay in a house which will never be a home
Why do we speak when we can be mute
Why do we lie and avoid telling the truth

Why is it necessary to be approved by a crowd
Why is it better to hold our heads up to the cloud
Why are we never good just as we are
Why must I do more to be seen as a star

Why are some black and why are some white
Why am I wrong and why are you right
Why be confused when we can just sigh
Why wonder about the reasons of why.

© Ian T. Sebàs 2018