A System...

I fell down a system I blame

I can’t run a system I blame

I can’t progress a system I blame

For every failing a system I blame

But why..?

Why must I blame a system when I know that system is always against me, when I know no matter what I do the system will not favour me. There is but one solution beating that system. Learn to step, creep before I walk, run before I jump and look before I leap.

I will not blame you for doing things in your interest, I will just make me a priority. I will just set me a goal, give me a task and make me my own.

A system that works for me, one that will see me grow, one that will pick me up fast when I fall, one that will support my knees when I creep. A system that I will not blame, a system I won’t criticise, a system I will nurture, a system that will flourish.

That system I build not with violence, nor with hatred, not with crime nor with resentment of the past. A system of self belief one absent with doubt and present with confidence, believing not only in the system I’m building but mainly its pillars upon which I am building it. A system packed with knowledge of knowing who I am, what I stand for and what I believe in. 

A system for the unsupported.

Ulric Quee

19/01/2015

If I know who I am, then I can become who I want to be - Ulric Quee

السلام عليكم

Assalamualaikum - السلام عليكم

Peace be unto you…

I bring you peace and with peace I come to you. Is it just a statement or does it really comes from the heart. A thousand times over I have heard this powerful word: Assalamualaikum 

I see destruction, killing and maiming of the world and tomorrow, brutally and blatantly, people suffer, oppressed and I am not ashamed to come to you and say Assalamualaikum. Where is the peace I bring to Syria, Palestine, Iraq, Egypt, Ukraine and parts of the world where wars are fought and people are dying, starving and suffering and have their lives destroyed. 

Assalamualaikum, My peace I bring to you, My heart I pour out to you, My all I give you… tranquil and blissful, quiet and merciful, calm and mellow. From my heart I say without thinking never a thought nor second guess by my surroundings nor my problems,  I say… Assalamualaikum

Assalamualaikum with a smile on his face cheerful and calm, fear in his eyes not knowing nor understands what the day, night or next hour is going to be like, that moment that passing second when he extends his hands, prepares the hug, that moment brings him peace. A peace that passeth all understanding, he whispers Assalamualaikum.

Ulric Quee

25/02/2014 

Should I Still Listen

Should I Still Listen

In the early days they preach to us, showed and taught us the bible. Tell us about the beauties of the heavens and the earth. They taught us about love, kindness and forgiveness, they weakened our minds and souls, then they converted our weaknesses for their gains taking us into slavery. Today 99% of the things they showed, taught and brought to us is what they stand against.

They taught our forefathers how wonderful it is to live in equality, love for one another, peace and togetherness. They turned their backs and give us guns and drugs, setting us up to kill our very own, our brothers we are to watch out and care for, destroying our very own family we’re to love, cherish and protect.

They brought us to their lands to fight when there was war, to farm when there was farming, to build when it was broken, now that it is settled they’re calling us “Aliens”.

Should I still listen, when every word they say they have contradicted, when every moment of happiness they have robbed off me, when every comfort they have denied me, when every hope they have taken away from me?

Should I still listen?

By: Ulric Quee 

20/6/2010

A Child Soldier Cries...

A Child Soldier Cries

Children 

O children

What are we to our elders

We are so much like feathers

That we don't regard our brothers

Our books, pens and pencils are guns

For which are classrooms are war fronts

With axe and cutlasses/machete

For physical/health education

We go on to practice amputation and mutilation

Children 

O children

What does our future hold???

Children 

O children

With narcotics for breakfasts, lunches and dinners

We are excited to kill, loot, rape and maim our brothers

Happily ready to go to the battle fronts

While they sit, laugh and enjoy at their numerous joints

In the midst of cross fire we face death

We endure this moment till our last breath

Children 

O children

What’s in our future we have to behold???

Children 

O children

Guns and bombs we throw away

Pens and pencils, books we take

Give us chance to love and live

Now in peace we do believe

No more fighting

No more wars 

In the morning as we pray

Yet to see a brighter day

Children 

O children

Lord, please grant us a better day..!

By: Ulric Quee - Dedicated to all Child Soldiers around the world!

6/8/2005

Rational

Rational..:

Today the world cries at the death of Nelson Mandela, a great man he was portrayed. Suffered under his oppressors and faith changed. He let them continue to live and be arrogant about their deeds.

The lives of so many went down the drains in South Africa, was this what people died for…? I still remember that great morning of June 16 in 1976, when children were massacred in Soweto. Was this what they died for.. for the forgiveness and reconciliation of their killers who were and are in no way repentant of what they did…? Is this really Freedom, when 55% of black South Africans are still unemployed, more than 50% still living in Shanty towns and slums…? Majority plagued with HIV/AIDS to date…? Yes..! they can be free to move from place to place but not being able to empower them after suppressing them that long, the differences in mortality rate and wealth is still vast between black and white South Africans  

He like President Obama is made a puppet in a white man's doll house. He was hailed a hero a liberator and the freedom fighter… was this war fought alone..? was it Mandela who was shot and killed on the streets of South Africa..? The bloods and lives and livelihoods of black South Africans poured out and destroyed for years and years under the rule of apartheid only for Mandela to preach reconciliation and forgiveness. 

How interesting the International Criminal Court (ICC) can never try it’s own people. But for the blacks committing human rights abuses against their own they will be sent to the Hague, in Netherlands, to be tried by the ICC. What a coincidence, this was the same country that enforced apartheid in South Africa for decades.

Africa for Africans by Africans, we have been told times without number that we can feed ourselves… We’ve been robbed by the west and now coming up to reap us off the South East (China and the like). When will African leaders learn that we will always be tools to others not unless we start looking after our own and for our own by our own..?

I wait to see Africans liberating Africa not by killing each other but by extending a hand to a brother when he is down and needs help to come up. By supporting our very own, enforcing and endorsing policies that will only benefit us. 

Africa will always be our home… the day we learn to make it our home, that will be the beginning of a very long walk to FREEDOM.

By Ulric Quee

15/1/2014

Uneven Love

Uneven Love

I pour out my soul to you not because I'm weak

My affection so pure you could see through me

Is that a mistake with me being so meek

I come clean with my intensions from day one to thee

I could be anything to you but me

But what would I gain wasting our time when nothing is within

I know your love is stronger and affection greater for me

But steadfastness and consistency is my little request my queen

Words aren't enough to express how I feel

I doubt there is a description that could lay out my love for thee

Open your mind heart and soul let's enjoy this thrill

Our love is uneven but stronger and stronger it shall grow to be

8/8/2014

By: Ulric Quee

O Captain! My Captain

O Captain! My Captain!

A world so vast controversies so deep

I stand in the world filled with trouble so steep 

I dare not think on my own or I get thrown out at sea

O Captain! My Captain! Where would I be?

O Captain! My Captain! Teach me and guide me to see

That freedom of my thought and will would only endanger me

Why is it so tough for me to be respected as I would want to be

No! Oh! No! My wills and thoughts are and will never be so free

I challenged thee to be the person I want to be

I fought to get this far trying to please you in all that you ask

Every minute of every passing hour you set out my path as a task

This life is one and only this one time I ask to be me

O Captain! My Captain! through your eyes I see the beauties

In your smile and warm heart I see freedom in rare realities

Pick me up and sail away with me to that land free of worries

O Captain! My Captain! In your ways will I set out my stories…

By: Ulric Quee

13/08/14

Poverty

Poverty, is this a sickness?
Poverty, is this a curse?
Poverty, is this death?

I believe it is worse than all these things.
One cant understand if you've never been into it.
Living poor is a hell on earth.
You have no reason to live when you're poor.
No one will treat you right,
You'll be used and abused,
You'll be trashed and tossed about.
People will do whatever they want with you and get away with it freely.
You don't have a place in this world being poor.
I'm sorry, but this is a testimony.
Let us help work together to kill poverty


By: Ulric Quee
2/01/07

Sorry

I am truly sorry
To make you worry
I know I was wrong
Therefore I don't want you to keep it long

It might be very hard
To live without you, and I feel sad
Please come back and make me happy
Because you know you're my only baby

I'll not fight back nor defend
Neither will I try to pretend
Loosing you will be a great pain
Please come revive my dying heart again

By: Ulric Quee
8/6/07

Living my Life

What is the right way to live my life
Day and night is toil and strife
All around me is nothing but hardship
Death upon my face wiping all hopes away

What is the right way to live my life
Parties, clubs and travelling the world
Least of my worries being the after-world
Remembering that I only have to live once

A new term known as "living my life"
Loads of wake up calls around our eyes
The numerous deaths of loving ones
Is this a call to sober up for the afterlife?

The way I live my life is up to me
None but myself will decide the best
Help me, fix me, tease me, make me
Day by day I'll live my life to the fullest

By: Ulric Quee
15/7/2009