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

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.

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.

Here we are,
And the next no more,
In through one door,
And then out in the cold.

And what's there to be happy about?
Executive stupidity on heartbreaking display?
Immoral Legislative senselessness on constant rotation?
Or Judicial frivolity transfusing decadence all year long?

Under a petty ruse,
Cloaked in plain sight,
Not well hidden,
A sanctimonious deceiver;

Sanctioned by incumbency,
Clever use of state resources,
Bending the rules in favour,
Open abuse of executive latitude;

But do the people care?
Too impoverished to mind,
Would readily be had,
Even for a few grains benevolence.

Whence dost thine love sweep me,
Truly, I cannot see,
You make me feel this way, today,
Thence toss me that way, another day.

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

At what cost, your Excellency?
What toll has your triumph taken?
Your glory at the expense of lives,
Dancing over a sea of blood.

Government, led by animals,
Government, of animals,
Government, for animals,
Government, sadly unfit for animals.

If goodly people were,
To turn to evil work,
Then nothing ought to stand,
In the way of evil lending to good.

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

Integrity suffers embarrassingly,
And there is nowhere to hide,
Again, a play for sentiment,
But twice beaten cannot be shyness.

This lonely bush,
Sticking around the corner,
It's love life needs no push,
For no one will call it brother.

Four years isn't eternity,
For the people of this besieged city,
Be brave, make your hearts strong,
It is true, the heavens cannot be wrong.

I lied, every time,
I mentioned some words,
To you, a constant rhyme,
They're true, two edged swords.

Burdened by the gluttony of pudgy fingered politicians,
And their endless breaking of putrefying wind,
She heaved a huge and resounding sigh, very loudly,
And, with unbounding love, laid down the troublesome load.

How utterly lacking in mind,
Truly missing the meat of the matter,
Bounced around by emperors of a stupid kind,
Failing to make the lives of subjects any better;

Bickering over nothing,
The critters in power chew up everything,
Turning bare buttocks to the people,
Dripping honey from foul mouths;

When will the people get a living wage?
Because you wage war against the living,
Paying just enough to go and die,
Senseless reprobates, enoying others' agonies;

But keep watch! O ye emperors!
For the day of reckoning cometh,
When your billions cannot save you,
From the same dish you served the oppressed.

In the pursuit of nothing lost,
What then can be found?
But what indeed comes around,
Is a love story painfully gone bust!

Your time has come to its natural end,
Your course has steered itself silly,
Your tongue is disconnected from reality,
Your infamous time among the living will roll into oblivion.

Our hearts have been broken,
And many spirits shattered,
It handed them a token,
Yes, we will take this hard.

The wilderness beckons,
As I journey to be tempted,
By the curves of endless delightes,
Yet, only your love, keeps me grounded.

Hot love melted my heart,
Like a knife you ran through,
But you were never true,
Dressed in white, yet wore a black hat.

This part of the world,
And it's starchy ways,
Everything fattens,
Very heart unfriendly.

A quick witted confrontation,
May present fast reactions,
But calculated, measured responses,
Far accomplish evident results the whole world sees.

Heaven, it's raining gifts!
Tired after working all shifts,
Dog, will do it in lifts,
Never stalling between gearshifts.

Yes nothing,
Yes high blood pressure,
Yes breakups,
Yes confidence out the window.

To emerge victorious,
In the face of unrelenting adversity,
One need only constantly,
Continue to conquer self.

Bread seeking stomachs,
Half conmen, half charlatans,
Gluttonous holes in round faces
They are the gods of men;

Monarchs in the temple of deception,
Riding on the backs of simpletons,
Rasing the dead from the living,
Tormenting treasuries out of empty purses;

Jerry curled hair and fancy suits,
Luxury boats and four wheeled drives,
Mansions in reserved areas,
Super jets customised for tireless pleasure;

They ***** false altars,
Imprison the weak,
And confound wisdom,
With diabolical manipulation;

Many generations fettered,
By spiritual delusions,
Will take many more,
To free the much incarcerated.

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.

He just rolled out a poorly prepared script,
ingFailed attempt at ignite hope in anyone,
Streaming his **** and bull story in perpetual darkness,
Simply wasted megabytes of cheerless nonsense.

That geriatric living in the century before this one,
Finds pleasure in shooting off outside the shores,
Shameless old fleabag junkeetting without remorse,
Playing the script of unrepentant fools;

But herein lay the problem,
Because we are coloured by his senselessness,
Made to appear hapless, even hopeless,
At the beck and call of any and every imperial world power;

Give us back our dear mother,
Trapped in the misfortune of your unfortunate marriage,
We will rescue she who gave us ****,
From your ******, malevolent indifference.

Craaaaaaaaash! And whaam!
Everything goes ham!
But after the cast comes off,
It's like riding the biggest surf.

Moral uprightness,
In the face,
Of growing hunger,
And hopelessness?

Patriotism,
In the face,
Of joblessness,
And disillusionment?

While despots,
In the face,
Of impoverished people,
Sit on their common wealth?

Sticky night, power out,
Always been that way,
But during moments of brightness,
Children cannot help but shout!

She actually screamed, "yyyyytttt!"
Half drowsy, in sweaty birthday suit,
I'd been fanning her through the night,
In our terribly hot and breezeless suite.

Everywhere, hiding in plain view,
Gestures, mannerisms or whatnot,
Clandestine movements, shapeshifters, power women,
Cloaks and mufflers, gentlemen, even rappers.

Nothing's right with this one,
Everything's wrong, begone!
That day I walked the wrong turn,
With you, I knew that I would burn!

But why have they turned out this way?
Wrapped in hypocrisy and utter mendaciousness,
Leading a life of ruin,
Encouraging self-destruction;

General perception does not help, at all,
Painted, everyone, with one lousy brush,
Deep seated dislike, spit on their nationality,
Unwelcome by many, persecuted by more;

Still they go around bearing arrogance,
Like the world owes them entitlement,
Sometime tangible, because they are,
Never bothered by what people think.

Foolishness galloping geometrically,
Uncommon sense nowhere near,
But the buffoonery of greed,
Towers all else astronomically.

Are we there yet?
One foot from the brink?
Are our backs flush against the wall?
Can we break through or break out?

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.

Out of this life,
From this existence,
An a amazing wife,
Husband without pretence?

What exactly are we looking for,
Those things we constantly pray about,
That we never fall poor,
Or comfort doesn't kick us out?

Stop to look at the heavens,
And whatever's beneath them,
The vastness of the oceans,
Gold, silver, and every other gem,

For whatsoever a man sows,
That he reaps and not another,
Therefore settle all your vows,
And be at peace with your brother.

Each day I awake to a heart full of affection,
But the sun sets on my bitter countenance,
Because you embrace me with thornful coldness,
And cut me deeply with your loud silence.

Can't wait to be born,
Can't wait to crawl,
Can't wait to brawl,
Can't wait to return.

But who will bell this monstrous bush cat,
Gorged on the sweats of the lowly trodden,
Whiskers curled in the till of a million poorly afflicted,
And claws on the jugular of the southern dark lady?

Clad in me best attire,
Of the finest spun wool,
Dressed in nothing to inspire,
Nothing but a golden fool.

If only thine resolve woult split this hackneyed arrangement,
Of decades bound up in  insidious impoverishment,
Cornered to loud silences behind qwerty lines,
Only praying for the day of pleasant places along scentous pines.

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.

There's nothing good found,
In the one different from the rest,
Ready to head west,
While others look north;

Of a different shade,
And not to be confined,
To the averageness of existing,
Without actually living, fully.