RULE OF CHANCES

Chances rule us friends
Don’t rule it out
Chances do not wait
Utilize it before it utilizes you


Caught up in hostage
Russia is striving
A father is wailing in Beslan
Staring at the identification lists


Listen his wailing murmur
“My son is too young
to utter his identity, since
chance I have to take to know

You are just three
What do you know dear
What did you tell them
for your father’s identity

Whether my son knows
His mother is a Russian
His father is a Chechnyan
And he is both of ours dearest

If he is alive among them
It is a chance for me
To make him a Russian
Or to make him a Chechnyan

Chechnyans or Russians
Christians or Muslims
Let us realize my brethern
Rule of law we abandoned ruthlessly

We are taking chances
We have forgotten principle
The principle of natural justice
The great rule giving chances



We are not knowing friends
We are ruled by chances
We can give or take chances
But not the truth of conscience

Look at the list displayed
List of dead and alive
Listen the wailing heard
Longing for the chance of luck

How to know my dear?
Which is the list I have to
Look for your information
List of dead or alive to identify?

Let me wait for it
For my chance to look at you
To decide whether dead or alive
As a Chechnyan or Rusian

Let us wait for our chance my son
To meet and utilize our chance
The chance for our survival
Before it utilizes entire human race.”


ANNIE JOSEPH

Ann's Poems

PERIL
Perishing visions, vanishing virtues
Weiring woes, hushing hues
Mother earth, we are in peril

Green turns black, white to red
wait for rain in vain
lust to grow is raw
yes we are in peril

Love is in barter, means are insane
ways not in sway no passion
we are in peril of perish

Bucks count everything
while rugs rust the life
survival of the fittest
save the cause of compassion
we exist in peril to survive