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

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.

I would rather,
I stayed upright,
Than erupt in temptation,
Of momentary pleasure.

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.

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.

So, wha' if I got dark pigments,
And my melanin be poppin'?
Hey, 'taint yo' business if my ancestors swung from branches,
Remember, they got bruised and violated, tending yo' **** ranches.

Children of state in a state of statelessness,
Born into a state of abandonment,
Refused a taste of the state's tastefulness,
Locked in state, the children await their freedom's statement.

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

Holding the bundle of joy,
Swaddled in my mother's wrapper,
Only one though came to mind,
Father of a daughter, me? Goodness!

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

I seek a harder existence,
Someplace love offers resistance,
And laughter pricey luxury,
And nobody pays mind to a life of penury.

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.

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.

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.

For our love,
The sun, moon and stars,
Will rise, set and shine,
In the west, east and the day.

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.

All digital, floating somewhere around cyberspace,
Independent from establishment,
A secure form of tender?
But well suited for malicious ransom.

Not by the appearance of my demeanor,
Nor by the shell that adorns my breathing carcass,
Do so by the outcome of my thought processes,
And by the affirmation of my clear prophecies.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here,
To scare the hell into you,
Feed you with so much fear,
So, you never know what to do;

We're your gods,
And we don't play,
We have the rods,
So, open! Whenever we say!

Our voices will be heard,
Your handmade fences can't stop us,
You may come with your galactic force,
But our will cut through your thick head.

Coming closer to your fire,
Makes my resistance tire,
All my denials surrender,
To your fiery, wonderful thunder.

The food went the wrong way,
Like every other policy of theirs,
Children have been left in tears,
Denied the right to laugh and play.

So many brilliant idiots,
In the hand of one fool,
They drive his oppressive chariots,
And become his hunger tool.

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!

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

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!

Beaneath the rubble of King's landing,
Lay the ambitions of a queen,
Burned by the unburnt,
She flew in fiery rage.

"It's not the original,"
"And that is final!"
"You...are you sure?"
"Yes, that's not pure!"

Excellent responses in deflection,
To items in post reflection,
Those things they want to wish away,
They tag and dismiss in a horrible way.

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.

In the town of blind fools,
The one eyed idiot may rule,
In a country of perpetual nincompoops,
The lifeless buffoon will reign.

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?

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

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

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.

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

When baby chews feet,
In all its flexibility,
Then I marvel at my inability,
To replicate this simple feat.

A group of morons,
Weilding all sorts,
Chased the lot,
Men, women, old ones;

Threatened blood if they thumbed,
Even killed a few to make true,
Burned their timid decisions,
And dared any opposition;

Cowered into submission,
They handed over their sovereignty,
Resigned to generational servitude,
And an unending cyclical incompetence.

Shoot me with  affection,
Drown me with devotion,
Strangle me with desperation,
Poison me with dark, dark perspiration.

The problem created by problem makers,
Who call themselves, ridiculously, government,
Is push absurdity down the throat of the people,
And expect anything better than stupidity;

These people create burdens,
Designed only for the vulnerable,
Fetter the impoverished with difficulties,
And pass the blame to others than them;

Laughable, the least,
Ignominious, the most,
Ridiculous, in between,
Mendacious, all around;

Other nations do it,
So, why can't we?
But are you a country?
Please, inform my ignorance;

So, when they place the sleigh before the dogs,
And expect movement is any positive direction,
It only shows the extent of their disillusionment,
The sincerity of the toilet, really.

So, how big is your fear?
Large enough to scare you to death?
But all will eventually be crystal clear,
When the jury carried out its final threat.

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

Taken, without hope of return,
Unlike the day we are born,
A day to weep and mourn,
Dearly beloved on eternal sojourn.

Between fiery and fun,
Eyes that make heads turn,
She pretends she hates my guts,
Yet  I colour the shape of her thoughts.

Those that scrutinise can't do,
Wishing it was theirs,
Even when I poo,
They point out their worst fears.

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.

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

One says "why?"
And the other, "why not?!"
Both are quite right,
If they saw beyond the fight.

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

After the ashes,
And all went quiet,
Reality opened new doors,
To emotions never buried.

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.