The Writings of Norah

Once I be held her face in suffering, twice in consternation and countless in joy. Whom amongst us mortals suffer in Faith? Whose  mourns hurts with joy? Cleopatra Cleopatra like a chant is forever imprinted in our hearts, your strength and smile a remnant of all that which is godly. *PATHWAY TO BEYOND* do you ever wonder on what's  on the other side.. do you ponder on its big mysteries. ... what lies in wait when we cross to the vale beyond... is it the temples of Valhalla. ..or the  pristine towers of Beulah .. it's only through death we can get there... it's only sure path...the dreary icy grips of death.  a journey of no return ...a place of no descend. Cleo the Word has cleared your path...and only rest shall you fine *TO SHE WHO BELIEVED* Till the very end she believed... at the very peak she smiled.. Cleo ..fierce in spirit..abundant in hope. to she who always believed. *IN A TUNNEL* Darkness wherever I turn...

Dirt roads whining through towns and villages... Economy plagued with thieves and pillagers.. Infrastructures a thing of memory.. Charity lost in treasury. .. Please can  I give my country for yours? Medicine ancient as ...discovery a novelty ..development a tragedy   It's only in my country you die with a doctor and no cause of death  I am begging ...please can I change my country for yours? A child is silenced at birth...  a teenager wagered to death.. a mother triggered to suffering. ... Please!! I say again...can I change my country for yours Youths left to hunger ..old men to nostalgia... Fat bellied politicians hovering all over... Guilt covered officials parading freely... Ooh please my friend!! can I change my country for yours?