THE IRONIC LITTLE BOY !

When they said ‘Little Boy’, this is the image that appeared in my mind… a young boy… innocence… naughtiness… tantrums… and that all. Not 100 miles perhaps did the thought of a bomb appear in mind! A bomb that killed thousands and more!

And they named the bomb ‘Little Boy’ … IRONIC… don’t you think?

NOT SO LITTLE- LITTLE BOY

I wonder if it intended irony Or sarcasm meant, perhaps For ‘Little Boy’ it is so-called And a devilish feat He portrayed, hundreds of thousands Allay as deep. Aye! No words endorsed And I still wonder, like I marvelled Then, a joke? I couldn’t laugh It slandered out and that was all Whats next? I merely reasoned Mama made me run, naked As I wondered, where my clothes? Then I moaned and hushed it I dozed and wondered if I did ‘Cause real as fire, not funny yet I whimpered with soundless cries Treaded on men as i moved, heads Said sorry but who did judge? Now phases have passed though Agony still sears, I still wonder Why ‘little boy’ they called it If little was not comparable For my nation is perishing since Curse upon thee, I say. sania harris

ET TU BRUTE!

When i was in OOEHS, we had to do a project on the literature drama chapter- Julius Caesar. Me being lazy as usual, i couldnt put up myself to write a 100 page report on his part. and the laziness resulted in me getting a barely 7 on 10 and the invention of a poem i actually liked! so this is one of my collected pieces. =D.

A man in flesh and bones
Was Brutus, Marcus Brutus
He treasured his king, but kingdom more
And so, our Caesar, he slaughtered

Caesar was ambitious, he held
And why should any rebuff him?
For Brutus, Marcus Brutus,
Was an honorable man!

So if you enquire “oh why, Brutus? ”
Know it now, for you should.
Not that he loved Caesar less
But that he loved Rome more

Now Brutus, this honorable man
If phases were to re-wind
Would indeed desire a better route
For flaws, he surely had

Caesar’s angel, he was
And Caesar loved him so
His last words were “et tu brute! ”
Oh how intensely Caesar loved him!

Was what Brutus did precise?
Many, oh! Many shall ask
This an act of a valiant hero
Or one of a ghastly villain?

Caesar once did utter
That cowards die before death
But the valiant die, but once
And didn’t Brutus die, once ‘nd more?

For Caesar loved him, oh Caesar did
And still his dagger swept his flesh
Caesar, he slayed, not as a person
But as what he may in the throne.

After assaulting our darling Caesar,
To Antony, he says, his spirit in pity
For he murder Caesar
‘cos he loved Rome more

Oh! I saw, Caesar’s heart twinge
When stab, did Brutus in facade
Making every philosopher deem
“Would Caesar die if not for Brutus? ”

‘Cos love Brutus, Caesar did
And he, an honorable man
The most intricate in the country of Rome
Doth no wrong, without a reason

If I could, I would do Brutus wrong
But how wrong? For wasn’t Caesar ambitious?
He loved Rome, but a haughty man
Who saw, he not ‘come a dictator?

And Brutus, oh! What a man!
Killed himself, a day
For guilt, the prickle, prickled him
Antony exclaim “He the noblest Roman of all”

So I do Brutus wrong and Caesar wrong
For both hath enticing love for Rome
But sad, they lacked clear notions
For Rome, he loved them both

JUNE 17TH,2009

- Sania Harris