http://slow.writerscafe.org/jamilfiz The original writings of author Jamil Isimbabi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015434 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On one of my usual morning walks I noticed some birds have a small squabble over a piece of corn and right after they both flew away. It struck a cord in me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamilfiz/2844015/ I think of the day when all this bloodshedwould splash on the flags and stain them redThe day we would wish we don't have to teach our kidshow to draw flags with stains of redTrapped in a place where bullets of leadare the lines between the living and the deadThat day those soldiers shooting sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamilfiz/1405087/ the first time i spoke (actually tried to recite what my teacher made me cram) in front of an audience. I was about 6. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamilfiz/1351734/ Death is beautiful. If it isn't what is?As it breezes through the worldleaving men wiggling like leaves.One destiny for man, animal and treesAs it creeps through the crevicessqueezing anything that lives.Unexpected like a door knockwhen it knocks on our door.God knows, it's no luck comes for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamilfiz/1338186/ Wind blowsStreams flowSun glowsTrees growWinter snowsRoosters crowDoors closeFriends foeTime goesPeople goGovernment lawsSoldiers warRoyal vowsServants bowEagles soarBabies crawlLovers loveMothers loveConquers all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamilfiz/1333154/ Who are you?Who am I?I'm aliveYou're aliveWho are you? Who am I?I shall dieYou shall dieWho are you? Who am I?I am youYou are IOne entityTwo dividesI am youYou are IWhen you realize The soul insideI am youYou are IBody and fleshSoul and mindI am youYou are IBones are whiteSkies are blueYou are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamilfiz/1332601/ How lonely is the mind?Are thoughts only in the mind?Are we pall bearingburying questions in the mind?because the answers are hard to find.See, we are all blindbut we still throw darts.At a bulls eye an eye for an eye.In this cruel worldIt's a lie for lie.Sometimes the truth may liebetween a th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamilfiz/1328401/