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MY CHILDREN – MY LIFE Dedicated to: “My Son and My Daughter” Contentment is in my heart today Despite life’s dismay, When through storms and strife Your health and happiness is my life Sometimes in this world that’s mean and cold You give me strength to be brave and bold, Even when assailed to the ground Because of you I abound Holding your tiny hands In America, the Promised Land As the years goes by I still hear your every sigh The Lord has been good to you May His blessings be in all you do! My love for you is that everlasting wall Even when death decides to call! © Sheriff Ali 2006...

PALOOKA Dedicated to: President George W. Bush A person or a group of people in power Are obsessed to devour, Tranquilized with cupidity When caught, they pretend stupidity Our Commander in Chief acting like a Don When in fact he has become an eidolon, Controlling every branch of Government Personate he is with depravement His idiocy of harum-scarum Turned our policies into a Pendulum, On the road we are to impecuniousness Solely due to his perniciousness! © Sheriff Ali 2006 Author’s Comments World leaders whose powers go unabated: corrupts; destructs; rips at the core of their country foundation, and is an ever present impediment to their country’s re-establishment of credibility. We can stop “our” hemorrhaging by casting our vote out of conscience rather than loyalty! What better way to honor with sincere gratitude the men, women and children whose lives were lost in Bush’s wars of phantasmagoric rationales and internecine polices. We can then sing again from: THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER “Tis the Star-Spangled Banner: O long may it wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” And from: AMERICA “Our father’s God to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King.”...

CRYING HEART As water secretes even through concrete From this crying heart, I have no retreat Drops of tears falling on the inside Facial expression I cannot hide Time is certainly stealing apace In this game of love, I have lost the race Contemplating the beauty of reciprocal love Without it, there is no resolve For everyone is there really a soul-mate? Or is this an enigma to propitiate So many loved ones are departing this world Only my faith keeps me brave and bold Be your years many or few Life passes like the morning dew Perhaps true peace will only come When from this earth we are gone! © Sheriff Ali 2006 Author’s Comments What is life really about? Travel East, West, North or South, incomprehensible it is, and that is without a doubt!...

ECTOMORPH You have a caring heart I know At this impasse wondering where to go, A dreamer you are when it comes to love Remember life is Serpent and Dove One heart says that’s my love I see Whilst the other says, that’s not for me Life’s not fair, that’s for sure We need to understand this more and more Knowledge is passive and also intellectual Suffering is active and very personal, Intellectual answers do not placate pain The burdens of life is a stormy rain May God send you the love of your life And remove all your pangs and strife, This love you sincerely desire to share May it be one who loves and care! © Sheriff Ali 2006 Author’s Comments If we develop a relationship with God apart from life’s circumstances, then we may be able to hang on when physical reality breaks down. We can learn to trust God despite all the unfairness of life. In the final analysis, isn’t that the reality of faith and trust in God?...

BROKEN REED Often, our brethren are like deceitful brooks They are the blank pages in so many books, Your friends they are, except in your need Suddenly they become, a broken reed Our God must always be first Only then we will never thirst, Sunshine or rain he will never fail He is Almighty and never frail In good or bad times He is always there He is all knowing and forever fair, Depend on Him you can be sure His unconditional love is very pure So, do not suffer in your grief Go to him in belief, Be your problems big or small God is forever standing tall! © Sheriff Ali 2006 Author’s Comments Union with the Lord is a coronet of beauty, outshining all the blaze of imperial pomp!...

MANKIND AND MADNESS Where have all the flowers gone? Now it's barrenness, thistles and thorns Life used to be living without fear Look around, all you see, is despair What is man’s biggest threat? Mankind is my bet, So much hope when we were born But a bridge too far we have gone Diseases are multiplying faster than we can cure Because of avarice and wanting more and more, The elites are hoarding everything O! Wantonness! When did you begin? God gave us a perfect world We have created troubles untold, Would this madness ever be obliterated? Perhaps, when we are all incinerated… © Sheriff Ali 2006...

DARFUR FORLORN So many years and counting What are the major powers doing? Millions homeless and dead Their suffering is beyond dread So much saber rattling about democracy Does it include everybody? Certainly not from any logical perspective Our deeds are transparently provocative Invading Iraq because of a dictator By the free world fabricator, How many more Sudanese must die? Before we hear an honest why! Eight hundred thousand plus died in Rwanda President Clinton did not even lift a finger If we again allow this slaughter We ought not to forget, God is the final adjudicator! © Sheriff Ali 2006...

WHAT IS A MIRACLE? To a more loving and peaceful world for our children A pretty woman with fitted mini-skirt, hair well done, perfect make-up, fancy car, men screaming, how great she looks; That is not a Miracle A single Mom, working all day, sacrificing to keep food on the table for her children, with much worries, lays down, but can't sleep; That is a Miracle Another single Mom, working two jobs, tired down to the bone, still sacrificing the time, to attend PTA meetings, to find out how her child is doing; That is a Miracle Another, Mom, four little children, dinner time, not enough food, she gives them small portions, she eats none, struggling with pain, but she does not complain; That is a Miracle Food Banks, giving a helping hand, people form lines as far as the eyes can see, at the end of the day, they feed everybody; That is a Miracle Grandma and Grandpa, at the Pharmacy counter, trying to decide between medication or dinner? they make it home and still find laughter; That is a Miracle Our Leaders are not God, but they are responsible for these tragedies, for trillions are spent on war and destruction, when they should first care for their Nation's population: They are anything and everything, except a Miracle! By sheriffgali...

MAN OF THE PAST AND MAN OF THE PRESENT? “PROSE” In this very unpredictable and troubled time in our history, we may be well served to go back to the choice mercies of yesterday and light up the lamps of the past. One of those lamps of the past, MOHANDAS KARMCHAND GANDHI, (MAHATMA GANDHI) who although his demise transpired fifty eight years ago, he was then in life as he is in death, “The voice of the human conscience.” This extraordinary human being exemplified to us, kindness, honesty, nonviolence and the exaltation of the “individual human spirit.” On January 30, 1948 Mahatma Gandhi was the fatality of an assassin’s bullets that was mourned by people all over the world, rich and poor, weak and strong, ordinary people and leaders of the world. U.S. Secretary of State George C. Marshall said; “Mahatma Gandhi was the spokesman for the conscience of mankind.” Leon Blum, a former French Premier said; “I do not speak his language. I never set foot in his country, and yet I feel the same sorrow as if I had lost someone near and dear. The whole world has been plunged into mourning by the death of this extraordinary man.” Gandhi died as he lived, without wealth, title, official position, academic distinction, or scientific achievement. Gandhi died as he always was, a private citizen. Gandhi was delighted with the Sermon on the Mount that went straight to his heart; “resist not evil but whosoever shall smite thee on the right cheek, turn to him the left also; blessed are the meek; blessed are ye when men shall revile you and persecute you; agree with thine adversity quickly; forgive men their trespasses; lay not up for thyself treasure upon the earth, for where your treasure is, there will be your heart also.” Gandhi believed that our greatest achievement is “desirelessness,” although it has been argued desirelessness leads to personal indifference and passivity and national poverty and stagnation. Gandhi contended, on the contrary that to act while renouncing interest in the fruits of action is the best road to success. He wrote what I believe is truly the most befitting for our present state of affairs; “He who is ever brooding over results often loses nerve in the performance of duty. He becomes impatient and then gives vent to anger and begins to do unworthy things; he jumps from action to action, never remaining faithful to the objects of senses; he is ever-distracted, he says good-by to all scruples, everything is right in his estimation and he therefore resorts to means fair and foul to attain its end.” If we can just be neutral for a moment and contemplate our present predicament, our President, George W. Bush has blatantly breached the Constitution, ignored the Geneva Convention, resorted to rendition and torture, taken unilateral action for which our sixteen spy agencies concluded in their April 2006 National Intelligence Estimate, “Trend in Global Terrorism,” “that our invasion of Iraq has placed the United states of America and its foreign interest at a much higher risk, because we have managed to increase the “Jihadists” in both numbers and geographic dispersion; if this trend continues, threats to the United States at home and abroad will become more diverse, lending to increasing attacks worldwide.” [The above quotes are not my words, but that of the “Declassified judgments of the National Intelligence Estimate, formulated by the United States sixteen spy agencies] For the self-denying exceptional practitioner, Mr. Bush, he should know that we can achieve real lasting results, even material results, untainted by ugly means. Many defenders of minorities accordingly aim to sell the minority to the majority, and persecution, whether by minorities or majorities, results from intolerance of differences and from fears based on lack of self-faith. In Gandhi’s Hut he had only one decoration on his mud wall. A black and white portrait of Jesus Christ under which was written; “He is our peace.” When the statement was posed at him, “You are not a Christian!” Gandhi replied; “I am a Christian and a Hindu, and a Moslem and a Jew.” That made Gandhi a better Christian than most Christians, and a better Moslem than most Moslems. The Reverend K. Matthew Simon said of Gandhi, “It was his life that proved to me more than anything else that Christianity is a practicable religion even in the twentieth century.” Gandhi’s nonviolence was based on personal ethics; truth, love, service, scrupulous methods and means, none hurting by deed or word, tender tolerance of differences, and desirelessness or at least, moderation in the pursuit of material things. Secondly, it was a technique for the prevention of conflicts between races and countries; “Turn the searchlight inward,” he repeatedly urged, “perhaps the fault is partly yours. Adjudicate, negotiate, arbitrate,” he begged, “otherwise one inter-religious brawl or one race riot will increasingly create fuel for another and one war will generate the venoms, fears and military designs which make a second and a third more likely. Violence is self-perpetuating.” Perhaps, just perhaps, Gandhi’s message may somehow secrete the hearts of those that are in Leadership positions, who can help make better tomorrows for the world as a whole, and especially for our children, and our children’s children! Sheriff Ali, October 3, 2006....

DESTINY OF TWO SOULS! Waves are crashing ashore They’re howling I can hear them roar, Looking into the distance I see a silhouette and a resemblance It is the love that used to be That turned into misery, Although you didn’t stay Memories of you never went away The closer I draw neigh unto you I am wondering what to do, Is this our second chance? Would there be continued resistance! Into my arms you came No reasons to be ashamed, For despite the misery and strife I will love you all my life! © Sheriff Ali 2006...