From Darkness Lead Me To Light Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Like the breeze running sheaves of sunshine in the sugar cane fields
Like the vagrant fragrance of the reticent queen of the night,
My mind yearns to be free,
to rise above those villainous threads
That tie man to ignorance.

This world was made to free me,
I turned it into halters
Confinements and prison bars
I am bound..
For He who made it
said the labour and the fruits shall be mine to enjoy.

The flowers shall be mine
The hills and the mountains,
The clear sky and the moonlit nights full of gentle stars,
The fertile fields and the seas.

There will rough winds too
And thunder clouds,
Ocean storms and floods.
Think not of them as enemies,

For he vanquishes who lives with the quiet
And the storm
The flowers and the thorns.

For in between grow
The eternal secrets of wisdom.
Make of your will and endurance
your armour and shield and of your sword
The sword of destiny.

When your mind is quiet
And your heart full of love
Learn then to combine the gifts wisely
Like in a concoction brew and watch wonders and panacea rise.

Thunderstorm will turn into rain
And rain into life and plenty.
From your heart, wisdom long buried
Since Timebegan its crazy run, the blessings that you seek
Will bloom.

Time has since changed.
So has humanity.
Led by greed and hypocrisy, a slave to the senses
And servile to the mind, man has forgotten the way.

Wisdom has waned, cold darkness rejoices.
Bound by ruthless and blood thirsty liturgies
And hostile conducts
He is a wayward shamelessly feeding on what others have laboured.

The way back is dark
And risky,
My nights rumble with rattling of machine guns
And raucous laughters of flying bullets,
Crying of unwanted children and abused women.
This was not what He who gave me those gifts made.

Maybe somewhere
In the depth of my being he cries.
He thought he chose the right place to live in my heart.
From the innocence of a virgin land,
I have made of my gifts the lands of angry boars.