Poetry For Schapelle

Poems for Schapelle will be presented on this page. Please feel free to send your own using the comment box at the toot of the page.


A Poem For Schapelle

Schapelle,there will come a time
When wine will flow and you will dine
At tables of important men
In grace you'll sit and not condemn
Those who were silent in your time
Of need and those who were not kind
And those who joked and those who judged
And dished the dirt and raked the mud
You will sit and they will know
How wrong they were and how the holes
In souls will close but will not heal
But you will remain the angel

By: Simon Chamberlain


Fork Tongues and Toothless Dogs

Fork tongues and twisters speaking false words of manipulation to carve out someone Else's future,I seen fork tongues walking on clouds of smog, I heard fork tongues whistling smoky tunes to martyrs, as dreams of hope and faith shattered across the universe time and space, I longed to see the day the smirk wiped of the fork tongues faces.

I seen fork tongues holding up fists of false grips,while they deliberately allowed issues and concerns to slip through their fingers, some called them watch dogs, I called them the toothless dogs of shame.

I seen the fork tongues as they kept the fires burning,never acknowledging them that they where hurting, they where all blinded by dollar notes and agendas in their eyes,some called them watch dogs, I called them the toothless dogs of shame.

It's a slithery world feeding off a deceit,as fork tongue shepherds over look the masses of sheep, like listening to a stones hart beat,if you look into the eyes of the fork tongues you wont get any response.

Yes!!! their all fork tongues,their all toothless dogs of shame.
Yes!!! their all fork tongues,their all toothless dogs of shame.
yes!!! their all fork tongues,their all toothless dogs of shame.

By: Al Wilson


Beautiful

When I see you feeling so lost and empty,
I just want to hold you close to me,
Wipe those tears of fear from your eyes,
Wishing you could see your beauty.

Its clear to anyone that you're hurting,
A thought that tortures me inside.
I wish I could take away your pain,
But that request has been denied.

I'll stand by your side forever,
I'll stand by your side until you are free,
Till death tears me away from you,
I'd never give up on you willingly,

My love will always remain true.
Give me your sorrow, pain, and fear,
I would gladly bear them for you,
One with a soul as beautiful as yours,

does not deserve them,
In sympathy my heart bleeds too.
Listen to me and please believe,
You're beautiful as none can be,

Incalcuable in your worth,
Yet to family and friends
you gave yourself freely.
Be strong Schapelle

and know that you are loved,
Your cause I could never betray,
I'd hold you close comforting you,
I promise it will be okay.

By: Ivan Leuscher


Hope - Anon (For Schapelle)

Her eyes were bright her candle shone, her heart was full of hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

Through interrogation hell, she would not surrender hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

Rejecting the plea bargain, full of faith and hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

She didn't bribe officials, she kept her pride and hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

Standing tall before the show court, with expectancy and hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

They took her freedom and her life, even now she had some hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

Her government did nothing, still she never gave up hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

Her media lied and smeared, but she held tightly on to hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

She waited for her people, and never gave up hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

She waited year on year, and prayed on faith and hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

Her candle now burned low but she still clung on to hope
Because she believed in justice, integrity and truth

Where are my people, why don't they come, my only chance and hope
She still believed in justice, integrity and truth

Her candle only flickers like her ever desperate hope
Where is the long lost justice,integrity and truth?

Her fingernails are slipping, she tries to keep some hope
She wonders about justice, integrity and truth

Her people's eyes are blinded, she almost has no hope,
Her light it dims, there is no justice, integrity or truth

Her light it flickers, her hope is going, her people never come,
This innocent has no justice, despite integrity and truth

Her light it flickers, her heart it flickers, her hope is......


Ten Years

Ten long years she had suffered, she was caught between politics and justice
In a world full of treacherous kings, giving commands to people shepherds
No good is the smell of those who boast in their lust for power
They shattered her innocence, and sentence her for twenty years
She did no wrong

I've seen her mind, then taken to a place that protects bleeding hearts
From a cell floor mentally infected and badly scared
I've seen her courage, across the years slowly climbing
Towards a clemency mountain along a dark twisted road of injustice and persecution
Till at last a ten year marking seen the dawn of her first sunray shining

A chain was finally broken as she walked out the iron doors that are always guarded
They welcomed her freedom with hobbles, and tightened the gag they put around her mouth
Pointing their fingers, saying don't you breath a whisper of what happened to you
Less we haul your broken body mind and soul back to jail

Justice will come as will freedom
While the sword of truth unveils and they inhale for the last time what is expendable

By: Al Wilson


Court Carnival

Tears fell in the gallery of hope, as she stood innocent in the court dock,
as foreign judicial jesters dressed in black, took a seat at their adjacent bench ready for the show.

Oh' they called it a court trial! But all I seen was a carnival as they blatantly hammered nails into her innocent soul.

While the home land justice customs minister placed his hands behind his back whistling a perversion of justice tune,
I seen the commissioner of police winking back on this injustice afternoon,
then the air begin to wreak from that day forward of a corruptness perfume.

That triggered off a media circus which put the public in a trance,
it was then, there in the distance, that I saw the devils disciples do their evil dance.

They were dancing in victory for the guilty who walked free,
while the innocent one was then taken and left to rot for twenty years, sentenced to a life of uncalled-for misery,

Oh' they called it a court trial! but all I seen was a carnival as they blatantly hammered nails into her innocent soul.

By: Al Wilson


For the Young Hearts like Schapelle

When the pain arrives at night
What is a man? What can he do?
When the heart feels heavy again
Shall we give up? No!
Girl, you will never be defeated
The defeat is always brief
For the young ones who are loved like you...

By: Roberto Macchiavello, ViƱa del Mar, Chile


Injustice Sea

Sailing on a vessel in a sea of injustice,looks like the ship has a hole,
out on the ocean, winds are blowing,with no direction to go,
there is a lighthouse shining, as you wonder what's on the captains mind,
for a lighthouse tells of danger, keep your distance it's rocky shores, but you can swim or you can drown, stars are navigation signs.

Captain lost is sailing,searching for some justice land,do you wish to come along,to be fit able and strong,you must first build sand castles in the sand,kick them down and start again.

You can walk bare footed on an oyster bed with a salty smell in the air,
but you can not drop your anchor in the bottomless sea, so out the porthole you stare,
there is now a moonlit night and a changing tide, may it bring a sea sailing warmth to your soul,
may justice finally take hold, may the free wind blow your sails back home,
may you forever reach to feel your feet on beloved sand,
faraway from the fiery shackles of across the sea foreign land that unjustly chains you,
may the rage of a storm on the ocean inside you forever stay calm, may the life boats come for you full speed ahead, may the crewman aboard take hold of your hand,
may you weather all storms through time and tide in this injustice sea that has cruelly swept you in,
may all the false captains go down with their ships, as you sit on a beach and watch unforgiven waves brake against the rocks.

Captain lost is sailing,searching for some justice land,do you wish to come along,to be fit able and strong,you must first build sand castles in the sand,kick them down and start again.

Time can be friendly,time can be an enemy, time can be of a substance, time can be of an essence in the injustice sea.
A castaway can sail forever, on the oceans of their mind, but if one is to suffer, then whats their crime.
While out on the front bow a seasick lonely sailor looks to sea, sailing on the ocean of their mind, for they know not what they have done, they know not what their crime, they ask the evil sea serpents to let them go and to leave them be, to sail home free.

By: Al Wilson


My Sweet Schapelle

When dark clouds fill the sky I see your bright eyes my sweet Schapelle.
When the rain falls and settles on the leaves I wipe away my tears and hold back my fears.
When I walk down the path of loneliness I place your invisible hand in mine.
When I see you weak and courage is what I know you need I fly like a bird across the water to be by your side.
You are the sun the moon that shines I hold close in my heart, my arms I wrap around when I go to sleep night.
One thing will never change you are a child of mine hold on I love you my sweet Schapelle.

©Diane Frola


When You Tried To Tell The World

I read a book on a lonely beach, then took a walk in the sun, I was trying to isolate my mind.
For there is no way of knowing, not on heaven earth or hell, and it just could be an answer, is a problem at the time.
So I ponded on the mountain, at the mujaheddin lights ahead,
Then I run a mile, till I run out of breath, life seamiest a game of chess, an alien king and his man, held a pawn, and home land ruler's played along.

When you tried to tell the world what went on,and those that reached the mass, tied to your leg a stone,I seen your head above the mud, your not alone,I seen you, doing all you can to get back home.

I sensed for time to change things, written on a no where sign, as voice's talked to me in the wind and in my mind.
So I just sat back on the mountain looking at the city lights below, I could feel the voice of a lonely lonely soul.
I could not put a finger on it, for words are not enough to say it, and you can not scratch an itchy mind, you can not use calamine lotions,
There is no such thing as a magic potent, when nothing but freedom, can really take the pain away.

When you tried to tell the world what went on,and those that reached the mass tied to your leg a stone,I seen your head above the mud, your not alone,I seen you, doing all you can to get back home.

Memory flute sounds and heart strings play, back and fourth across yesterday, and I know fairy tails are not true, but I always wish on stars for you.
May justice come forever true, and may you walk free, may you find your way home from behind the conviction trees, that's been planted all around you.
There are moon beams that light the darkest of halls, pictures talk while remembrance calls, but all that is found among fallen leaves, are familiar voices,
From beyond the trees.

Then as a door swings opened another slams closed, behind the others, lord only knows, in the brake dawn hour there are things I see clear, Invisible visions that ears can't hear, still in all it makes sense to me, all the court room shambles and shame, but as fingers get pointed there's no One to blame, for they hide in the darkness down a shadowy lane.

When you tried to tell the world what went on, and those that reached the mass tied to your leg a stone, I seen your head above the mud, your not alone, I seen You, doing all you can to get back home.

I seen you, doing all you can to get back home. I seen you, doing all you can to get back home. I see you, doing all you can to get back home,
I seen you, doing all you can to get back home. I seen you, doing all you can to get back home. I see you, doing all you can to get back home,
I seen you, doing all you can to get back home. I seen you, doing all you can to get back home. I see you, doing all you can to get back home.

By: Al Wilson


Powerhungry

Shooting stars fly into the land of the gods
The lands ghastly exquisite, aligned with arriving stars

Taken for granted, our freedom and governments now seem
Causes take affect, the land of gods or the land of the unjust, deemed
A beauty condemned, unfairly trialed, surviving politics never seemed so hard

Half a century has passed, bullheaded with hands of ice
Convenience has become the wary way of our third world allies, our counter parts

Thoughts of cosmic misplacement, thoughts of inner peace
In this place, Schapelle's deteriorating mind and body fall apart piece by piece.

Anxious and Annoyed, Spoken tounge of the world
Free Schapelle Corby already, five years later, immensely absurd

By: Neilly

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