Naughty Boy (a limerick for no one special)

There was a boy called Horse
His hair was long, red and coarse
Whatever he saw said is mine
And with his mother that was fine
Of all mischief, he was the source

New Spring

From North Africa to Mid-East
Walls are crumbling
The shadow is threatened
Darkness is faded, and
Yet, bread is the mandate of the day

From Washington to Paris
From London to Damascus
One word and many faces
Different as night and day
Spoken by individuals and masses
Yet, subject to interpretation

Planes roam the sky of Libya
Tanks invade alleys and streets
The sanctity of church and mosque
Depends on location
This is the reality, you awakened Masses!
Yet, bread is the mandate of life.