Born in this land,
Suffer in this land,
Die in this land,
Worst tragedy of all kind.

Lessons in defeat,
Get up on those feet,
It is a wake up call,
Get ready, again, to stand tall.

Don't put me down,
Because I'm female,
Don't tear my gown,
Because you're male.

A ******* estate of,
Might is right where,
Gentleness is weakness and,
Violence takes it all.

Taking their rightful,
Place on the wrong,
Side of historical,
And perceived curses.

Surely, you can't be serious,
What do you see in her?
Is she that precious?
Enough to die there?

Spring, wilted rose,
Why she was taken,
Nobody knows,
Too much sorrow, to take in.

I've lived with pain,
All my life in disdain,
But now it's summer,
And can only get warmer.

Many green bottles lying on the ground,
Spilled beverage running down the road,
Piles and piles of ruin,
Litter the the holy landsacpe;

While they find joy is destruction,
But none in their contribution,
Should the state fund their ignorance,
With taxes obtained from abomination?

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
While the poor become poorer,
The rich, unfortunately, become richer.

Life is but temporary,
Whether ordinary,
Or with affluence,
What's left is the essence;

For there was a confidante,
Whose opinion was sacrosanct,
Loathed by not a few,
Loved by others that had no clue;

In him was the ruler most pleased,
To direct and plant the right seed,
To direct the affairs of state,
While staying in the light of his shadow.

He gave us the good,
But I must find better,
For years I misunderstood,
Why he wasn't a goal getter;

Now a father myself,
I see with different eyes,
Be true to thyself,
Even if others see lies.

So, how far would you go,
To experiment your own conviction?
How far down river would you row,
To experience reality of the other's  contrition?

Born with sumptuous advantage,
Can't be locked in a cage,
Monthly goes in a rage,
Yes, wants to cover every page!

All I am,
Today, yesterday was made,
For tomorrow, by him,
Out of love, and humble foresight.

From this ***** hath thine come,
And with mine hearth wouldst I cherish every moment with you,
My sinews and better years will nourish and nurture your needs,
And colour your days with brilliant sunshine and magical blue skies.

Simple solution to your complication,
Reach for a tall glass,
Whenever cravings hold your senses,
Tough, but works e'ry time.

The sun, it rises upon my defeat,
And sets deliberately upon my immense sorrow,
Daily I wallow in miserable agony,
Drown I, a thousand times, in cheerless wantonness.

Stroking these one-o'-one keys,
And making rhymes of the lot,
Comes to me hardly without some thought,
Especially in the cool company of a fresh evening breeze.

Such heavy burden on my heart,
You dumped such bitterness on my waters,
Cannot sail back to the start,
I'm here, stuck, unable to enjoy love's wonders.

What the mind sees,
And the eyes interprete,
The great mystery of the cosmos,
Perception versus deeper conviction.

My eyes never beheld,
Ever, such mound of pure bliss,
Pleasures of silky goodness,
Once in, no reason, to leave.

It's a race, but what kind?
A selfish one, no?
An economic one, yes?
But why bother?

Because playing out,
Hidden in plain sight,
Or the other way around,
Is corporate pharma warfare;

A renowned template,
For catalysing new prosperity,
Jumpstarting comatose economies,
For the advancement of works greed;

So, here we are,
The bear and the lion,
Their cubs enabling their egos,
Other animals their lab rats.

I'll pay you back,
Trust me, I'm beyond your attack,
For every help you got for free,
I'll double it, and then times three.

The credibility of the toilet,
Is to be full of **** and ****,
Take both in copious amounts,
And give nothing back, save relief;

Something many of them,
Will never amount to,
All they can ever offer, anyone,
Is a plateful of sorrow and tears.

Gruesome, gory happenings in the land,
One day, one dismembered body,
Young boy, teenage girl, old woman,
Just any unlucky fellow would do;

So, as the Yuletide rolls in,
And the lust for money fills the air,
Maddened fiends take to dark alley ways,
To make a killing to pleasure their desires,

This fetish is about a crazed notion,
That offering cadaver to the devil,
Brings instant riches and wealth,
Often promoted by lazy myths and indolent legends;

No one is safe,
Anymore than we truly were,
But the season triples in the letting of blood,
Enriched by psychopaths running amok;

Everyone prays here,
Like they have any other choice,
Their safety is in the hand of GOD,
As security agencies continue in perpetual failure.

Everything is out of place,
In this filled space,
The many serve the few,
And get nothing but stale bread and stew.

The proliferation of idiocy,
Calculated time wasting,
Vast amounts of buffoonery,
And targeted efforts at nothing.

Under the hardship of poverty,
And persistent lack of anything comfortable,
The people have turned a brutal lot,
Not minding whether their leaders perish;

But why blame them?
All they have known is impoverishment,
From cradle to grave is a struggle,
With no affection from the top;

The people attend rotten hospitals,
Learn, if at all, in crumbling schools,
Move around in rusty public transport,
And are buried in overgrown graveyards;

And when the forces bless their tormentors-in-chief,
With ailments of Eastern origins,
And cannot go to Western lands for cure,
The people are glad, and dance to karma's melodious rhythms.

The jump,
Nobody saw it happen,
They turned, all of a sudden,
Bodies falling with a great sad thump!

Ridden by the high and mighty,
Drawn by the low and downtrodden,
To do with as they well please,
Not minding anyone they displease.

I'd rather not doubt,
Your good intentions,
Even ignore my perceptions,
Of what you're truly about.

Woke up feeling no less older than last night,
But this sunrise opened wider my insight,
Life is a beautiful gift,
And amazingly some do not get the drift.

On this side of the equator,
Are lone wolves and gunmen,
But on the other side,
Are terrorist **** of the ****** earth!

With little dainty feet,
And cute milky teeth,
She takes strong steps forward,
And reverses without facing backward.

Any death diminishes,
One less of our humanity,
Whether remote or personal,
Be known or unknown;

But this one hit home,
A favourite of mine,
A screen gem, no doubt,
Taken, too quickly, without goodbye.

Women.
Women.
Eve.
Delilah.

But why are women like this?
Mother never wants to let go,
Wife wants mother-in-law out,
In the middle, without a clue.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
You may need,
To seek another lover.

See them, see how they raise their voices,
See the way they gesticulate and pontificate,
They highlight monsters from across the sea,
And condemn the critters across the deserts;

But they fail to look at themselves,
Bloodied history of mass massacres,
Forced occupation of foreign lands,
And state sanctioned sovereign assassinations;

These ones can only fool fools,
Not four-eyed discerning minds,
That see through their criminal mendacity,
And characteristic self adulating oratory.

The velvety breeze of the desert,
Caressed my bronze skin,
It's golden shimmer called out alluringly,
The silky smoothness ran through my fingers,
And danced seductively under my aching feet.

The treasury is nigh empty,
Oh, what troubling times,
To arise with stomach full of hunger,
And behold my sweet mattress with a heart full of anger.

Take love, knead, twirl, knead, twirl...,
Be careful, let not your ego swell,
Bake at a degree of expectation,
Serve as is hot, eat with dedication.

On either side of,
The crimson divide,
Sat two hearts that,
Beat out untruths.

And here we are, helpless, hapless,
Struggling with the little things that pleasure the small minded,
Whereas brilliant minds are weighed down by daily living,
Incapacitated by the stupidities of the glutton one per cent.

Almost, it seemed,
But the more it seemed,
Seemingly, the less it seemed,
Seeming the more it actually seemed.

Looting money is an unnatural affair,
May be out of fear,
Or a deeper handicap,
Not unlikened to stuffing loads of crap.

Silence cut through thick expectation,
Minds already at wits end hopeful,
For some favourable mention,
At least the cup can be half full;

The people of state are in a frenzy,
Day and night they stand watch,
Not a time to be lazy,
Bonfires pierce the night like a torch;

Criminals are on the loose,
Tiny looking lads called the untouchables,
Ask the vulnerable to choose,
Between life or their valuables;

The otherwise heavy-handed jackboot,
Suddenly has grown light,
They that delight in shared loot,
Miraculously have blended with the night;

So, here we are on another leg,
A journey within four walls,
With nothing, even a happy keg,
To quench the longing in swollen *****

Awareness?
Existence?
Interaction?
Emotion?

Stopping by this edge,
To smell the spring roses,
In the far distance, commotion,
Carneries dancing in a pond;

Gloomy looking workers,
Slunking off to site,
Tired looking eyes,
Forcing reluctant legs along;

Sprightly children,
Dancing off to school,
Shiney brown sandals,
Stomping dirt roads;

The many governed by a few,
Grains stored up for the few,
Poverty and sorrow for the many,
The little, always available for the many;

Tiny speck, unseen,
Huge beast, terror to the eye,
Soft, fluffy, pleasant to the touch,
Odoriferous, prickly avoided by all;

Black people wake up one morning,
To white people on their shore,
Four hundred years later, across the sea,
Mixed race people face discrimination;

Terrible claws swooping in from above,
Little furry friend darting around for bits of this and that,
Unbeknownst calamity bearing down on silent wings,
Delivered just before the next available hiding place.

Everything is moving in every direction,
And nothing ever remains in position,
As the clock ticks off with mercurial accuracy,
There is no time for a second look at intimacy.