Rule Of Changes

By Annie Joseph

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.”

By Annie Joseph