Yellow, hugging dark recesses,
Sold to impoverishment and lack,
Praying daily for nemesis,
Never willing to take the knife by the jack.

Women.
Women.
Eve.
Delilah.

Back breaking labour,
Rheumatic pay at the most,
Then cold morsels to break evening fast,
Life of the People of State.

By manufactured impracticability,
The made up mountain set before the children of state,
Sacrificed to the demon of abandonment,
Left behind, cursed by the  misfortune of birth.

The People of State with fettered willpower,
Can only exert authority on the lowly and weak,
Deriving power by force,
And wailing by right of entitlement.

To make anything right,
When everything is all wrong,
The more things seem different,
Each time, they are just what they used to be.

Yes, giving up everything?
No, giving up nothing?
Held back by threads of uncertainty,
But propelled by raging dislike for mediocrity.

Constantly prodding, digging without remorse,
Ripped of all diginifying attributes, and without recourse,
Taking, relentlessly pouring, your sickening abomination,
Laid bare, broken, in a state of defiled contamination.

Suddenly blenders have become kit and kin,
But we forget our elders made do without,
Modern men and women too fat to lift a finger,
Take shortcuts in blended greens, reds and yellows.

Taking my affections for granted,
Laughing in the face of my feelings,
Jailing me in the friendzone forever,
Ignoring my obvious sufferings in this matter;

I can barely face the sun,
Praying the golden ball never comes through,
The darkness has become my companion,
Not interested in any other opinion;

Until I found something quite interesting,
Never knew I had it all in myself,
There, in the corner of my resolve,
The mustard of strength to evolve;

I shall outgrow this phase,
Loving you is not a criminal offence,
Now that I  have turned this corner,
I really do not have any bother.

I am affected, I must confess,
By the beautiful words you prefess,
In your touch, the gentleness,
And in your embrace, the warm tenderness.

Good habits,
Are difficult to acquire,
Even more difficult are bad habits,
To retire.

I have grown love out of nothing,
Then watched it die painfully,
Love has been offered me truthfully,
But I never thought 'twas anything worth falling in.

Nothing inspires here,
All there is, is fear,
Of hunger and penury,
Every evil more than legendary.

That no one can give,
That forms from deep, deep within,
That smiles in the face of everything,
That prays when others curse.

Between the hours of wee and dawn,
Many a reveler throng,
The house that party built,
To mad in the jolly new year.

The day gradually chills,
Of a full table and an empty pocket,
Cash zoomed off like a rocket,
Tonight no high stakes, only cheap thrills.

The devil died in my arms last night,
She gave up without a fight,
I had lived with sweaty fright,
Always melting into something light.

Offer me,
Something new,
A thing  beyond,
The boring ordinary.

There are the things,
That frighten us,
Into doing things,
That harden us.

Sunshine filtered through the crack,
And with it a waft of warmbreeze,
I struggled out of the deep freeze,
Only to see everything still in uninspiring black.

The latest, and most heart wrenching  buzzword,
Oh, whence art thine mercy gone, dear Lord?
In every story all shades of this word greets the eye,
In circumstances of multiple array the people die;

The children of state have become dispensable,
Daily losing our young brains,
The government of state no longer dependable,
Every time rhetoricising empty refrains;

Dear heaven, kindly hear our prayer,
Please, in timely manner,
Before our candles are snuffed out,
Untimely, in gruesome manner!

Pray that the sun rises in the east,
And pray, too, that the earth spins along its axis,
Make supplications that the moon shines at night,
And intercede on behalf of many rats in the sewers;

Here we are, people of state,
Vagabonds in high places have come again,
Pulling the chord of our collective mentality,
Yanking the chain of our divisive idiosyncrasies;

For many, many seasons they have harvested,
Fruits borne by the motherland,
Furnished their illicit barns with treasures of state,
Fueled their desires with the blood of the children;

Yet a time comes when the seas will roar in tempestuous rage,
The four winds cry out in deafening anger,
Night and day both refuse to do their bidding,
The earth refuse to stomach the wickedness of  their inhumane abominations;

Not too long, oh brethren,
The time is dearly nigh,
That the shackles of our backwardness,
Will turn into tools for our deserved happiness.

And what do you do when it all ends in defeat,
And there is no room for retreat,
And the heavens will offer no helping,
And everything comes down to nothing?

So she changed tactic,
Rather than engage in fisticuffs,
She allowed her mascara flow into it,
Taking all her emotions downhill;

And from there all defenses shrunk,
The room fell silent, you could hear an atom rub itself,
Done acting her part like a diva,
Everyone took turns blaming one another.

She was a gift to phallus,
Taking the member wherever,
Eating, swallowing, giving head,
And in the end, impaling on sweet ecstasy.

And when the two forces locked hands,
Doomsday clocks rolled back many seconds,
On neutral ground both looked not out of place,
As many wondered what it meant, this phase;

The earth went on along its own axis,
The sun greeting the morning from the east,
Surely the stars will twinkle  tonight,
And the moon offering its cold bright light.

So, I find sob stories quite the act,
Delivered with so much tact,
Designed to appeal to quick emotions,
Salted by undercurrents of milky simulations.

Wait, when was she hardly a pillow's length?
As she lay asleep, curled up, now several feet longer,
Then I reflected on the miracles of this life,
And how awesome such moments can truly be.

Toothbrushes, ***** old socks,
This business truly *****,
Thought I had the best times with you,
But all I did was play the **** fool.

And she's all I've got,
Unique being, out of the lot,
Unimaginable personal sacrifices,
Deserving all of life's aromatic spices.

There is one one like my lover to me,
No matter what people say,
I have chosen her as my woman to be,
And stand by her everyday and in  every way.

There is no one like my woman to me,
No matter how poor she may be,
I will want her enough to make her wealthy,
And love her into a remarkable somebody.

There is no one like my queen to me,
No matter how royal she may be,
With my love she becomes a goddess,
Basking everyday in heavenly goodness.

There is no one like Hadassah to me,
No matter how pretty she may be,
I have won the only place in her heart,
Where only death can do us 'part.

There is no one like my love to me,
No matter how plain she may be,
I have traveled all o'er the land,
Even been to England,
But, there is no one like my love to me.

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
But I knew not what it meat at the time,
Then I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
And the fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Such powerful beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
So, the day you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded, everything! Into one amazing love story.

Kings have fought for it,
Paupers have died for it,
While many live for its heat,
Others will end up deadbeat.

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
I knew no what it meat at the time,
But I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
The fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Magical beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
And when you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded into a million lovely pieces.

Many moons of dust and drought,
Banished by refreshing rushes,
Cool cataracts cascading, crashing,
Monsoon melodies waking winged *******.

On either side of backward mountain,
Lay two valleys impeding any kind of success,
On this side the people of state are too hungry and angry,
The oppressors of state are gluttons, too satisfied to lift a finger on the other side.

Come, have a taste of my difficult life,
Daily I dine on poverty and strife,
My pockets are filled with nothing,
And the harsh cold stiffens everything;

But you sit on the rock,
Ride all day in a cool truck,
Surrounded by linen and fine gold,
And never afraid to grow old;

Deaf to all my frustrations and agony;
Never acknowledging my tearful testimony,
Blind to all my sorrows,
Waiting until I am no better than scarecrows.

The blue times are upon us,
Red is all we see,
But yellow is what we are,
Wrapped in black ensemble.

The days are black and all is in disarray,
The people of state are rudderless,
The children of state are lost,
The will of all is faint;

Uninspired by generations of cretins,
Unbelief spreads like cancer,
Uncircumcised vagabonds ravage the innocent,
Undesire serves all a dish of prolonged suffering.

As a matter of unassuming disposition,
And like a fleck of nothing on the wall,
Unseen, unannounced, unrecognised, unknown,
Prominent enough to not see me coming...at all.

On the road to see my sweetheart,
I stopped by a hedge of red roses,
And lingered for an eternity's moment,
To savour how true love should entrap a man's soul.

The many fiends rushed through screaming like a banshee,
Catching the sleepy lawmakers in a terrible fright,
The golden staff of office glittered in prostate silence,
Only to be stolen in rapturous, disharmonious free for all!

Conjoined at the middle,
One loved nuts and the other was nuts,
A tale of Ralph and Rudolph,
Cursed by an appendage that bound them apart.

Everyday the sun rises over dead bodies,
Infants, little children and the innocent,
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers and the sinners,
And when the sun sets, it closes, on a worthless lives.

Please, end this reality now,
For the torment of these ****** times are unbearable,
Please, restore the joyful times now,
For we yearn the times so memorable.