Everything belongs to mother,
What is hers is ours,
We all embrace the cold together,
And never question her terrible powers.

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

Only he who has the patent,
Will decide the length and breadth of the content,
Whether you live to be thirty,.
Or die mysteriously from being thirsty.

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.

In life such desire manifests,
Upon ones creativity one invests,
Upon ones intelligence one banks,
Upon ones wisdom is placed resilience;

Upon the strength of ages,
Past, future and present,
Upon the combined forces,
Of goodwill and positivity;

A man may come,
Into his own,
Or lose it all upon,
Some flimsy whimsy negativity.

After forty years local,
A man journeys abroad,
For one week total,
And his horizon becomes a shapely broad.

In the mind of the average,
That corner set much farther,
The deepest recesses,
Set way from the sun;

Patterns of thought,
Configured as fragments,
Not one aligning,
But freely standing;

Malformed decisions,
Incomplete opinions,
Inarticulate perceptions,
Discordant associations;

The children of State,
Rudderless, mindless,
Blown about and around,
Unprepared, unfortunate.

Every second that passes,
Sitting behind my glasses,
In front of my suitcases,
Tying down my shoelaces;

There is a constant bringing to mind,
Of a certain kind,
Quite visible, even to the blind,
Sure leaves me in a bind;

From the corner of me eye,
Descending from on high,
A portend written the sky,
No need for amateurish spy;

In figures, three of them,
Branching from a stem,
A well known term,
Not unlike an active germ;

Four, One, Nine,
Is it benign?
Be it...mine?
Or the very end, divine?

From sun up to sun down,
He plays the community clown,
Wipes off the lady's frown,
This talented man about town.

Worldly riches are useless in heaven,
Without yeast bread is unleavened,
Children of Mammon are ungoverned,
Caught between the sixth and seven.

So, let it be known,
That I lived in the times of heroes,
In both sides of the universe,
Whether it be DC or Marvel;

Yes, we need heroes,
Now, more than ever,
In these times of bloodshed and hate,
And diseases of unknown origins;

This is callibg out to you,
Wherever you may be,
Earth needs her avengers,
Heed our prayers, save our souls.

Never before has shame borne a new meaning,
The eyes failing to convince vision,
Seeing now is disbelief,
For all they are, and will be, is a terrible lie;

Right from the tarmac of the airport,
Greeted by stink and algae, rot and disrepair,
Gun toting men in military fatigues,
And a jumble of rickety trolleys;

Across dirt strewn medians,
Road blocks mounted by zoned out operatives,
Dusty highways dotted with gaping holes,
And terrible bypasses hewn into tired looking rocks;

Struggle across makeshift bridges,
Old railway tracks, abandoned,
Dark bends and dangerous loose surfaces,
Overgrown shrubs, perfect hideout for highway rogues;

The joy on our faces,
Whenever we arrive safe,
Glad to be off the hot, stinky deathtraps,
Of the north-south-east roadways.

The virulent untruth they implanted,
Brainwashed by virulent balderdash,
The greatest mendacity they sold,
Topped, only, by this blatant lie they preached;

After the caucasians had their field day,
Enjoyed their time balkanising the dark continent,
They left them a germ, a true trojan demon,
Couched in the halos of a heavenly mission.

At it's very teary end,
The game takes a grip,
Of those jostling for thrones,
The dead have their final say.

She floated on my consciousness,
Dancing on my hair strands,
Veiled by ***** darkness,
Taunted by ghostly bands.

Strange place, even stranger times,
Every unfit thing, strangely finds its place,
But in kleptopia strangers become bedfellows,
The strangeness all the more welcoming;

Outside the uneven lines, weeping, wailing,
Many complaining, more agonising,
But within the cesspit of gluttonous philandering,
Merriment upon merriment, endless mirthing;

So they negotiate a rollback,
Of the misaligned circumference of the perimeter,
Try to redraw this untidy arrangement,
Only still at it, many lifetimes after.

Beloved shackles,
Fettered minds,
Hands that never want to swing free,
And feet contented with walking backward.

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.

Moving at a spot,
Stuck in some stupid vortex,
Horrible like dry ***,
Or a quickie in a packed parking lot.

One by two, and tens, by the hundreds,
Humans coming down with it,
And before long, there are thousands,
Many dead, and more dying;

****** countries are deflowered,
By the infected from abroad,
Showing no signs at the ports,
Only to manifest a few days after;

But why allow them in?
Coming from tainted lands,
They should remain in situ,
If they cared, any, about their countrymen.

Movement beneath the sheets,
Giggles, then ***** oohs and aahs!
Grunts pushing powerful thrusts,
A moment...before the crashing ******.

Cold, cold afternoon,
Such and such crossed my mind,
For hours keeping me in a bind,
Now hope I see in the rising moon.

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

My insides guide me,
Tell me what and when,
Whether before ten,
Or well past three.

My insides guide me,
Tell me what and when,
Whether before ten,
Or well past three.

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

For the sake of boo boo,
I have to do, do,
All egos aside,
I care, only, to please her pride

I have a band,
Tied around my hand,
Smell reminds me of him,
Like a constant dream.

And there she lay, dead,
Bloodied, vomitus and all,
Darkened stripes lined her back,
Her small frame curled up, lifeless;

No older than three Christmases,
She'll never see another Easter egg,
What ever she would become,
Now, most certainly, we'd never know.

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.

The same hands that delivered penury,
Can never conceive prosperity,
Have you ever seen the graveyard,
Reject the offerings of the weeping sad?

Tattered dreams inflicted my senses,
They robbed me of sweet sleep,
I lay awake, midnight, trembling,
Fearful of the shameful morning.

Money, fast cars and women,
A good appetite to the dozen,
All these don't make my team,
It's simply because you're my dream;

Make it come true,
I'll give you a clue,
Be my sun-screen,
Then I'll rub you all over, my beauty queen.

Win, lose or draw,
I kick fear out of the door,
Pick I off of the floor,
Spread my wings, mount up  and soar!

Mamma mia! We're dying!
All around us people getting infected,
The entire country must stay in,
Until the pandemic loses its head;

Children are terrified,
Mothers and fathers in quarantine,
Government, surely they've not lied,
That we all risk arrest and a fine;

But we can't, all, be the worst sinners,
What has the heavens against us?
All over the world there are better revellers,
If we transgressed, surely against milder laws;

This is no joke,
The holiest city, too!
Is this the final stroke?
Sudden judgment, the eternal coup?!

Bend nigh, ebony goddess,
Arrange thine voluptuousness,
Take mine instrument,
And warm it forever, in a moment.

Sunshine!
You're ever so fine!!
You warm up all the cold wetness,
And spread 'round beautiful, bright happiness.

I smelled a flower,
It reminded me of you,
The well-formed petals were wonderful,
And the aroma, made me, want to have, a shower.

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

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

Catch the notes of my love,
Spread your heart wide,
Watch them from above,
As they gently, downward, glide

They have created incompetence,
And turned around to mock their creation,
Rather their weep for their useless contraption,
They continue in their perverse indolence;

Look at what has become of this ex imperial colony,
Daily I see the contrivance of neo elite monsters,
Destroying the whole to empower shameless critters,
With evil relish, they gobble up our common patrimony;

Barely working, all in disarray,
The rich fly away to comfort,
Leaving the poor in pain and distraught,
Only to pray ceaselessly, for a better next day.

One thing only, that I ask,
That the people of state,
Remember the time of need,
How they left you to bleed;

Turned their backs on you,
Manufactured beneficiaries,
Profited from your need,
Out of stupidity and greed;

Don't forget in a hurry,
Lest in time all get blurry,
Abandoned you to your need,
Took everything, and your seed;

And gave you much excuses,
Why you must suffer,
Cast because of tongue and creed,
Deaf and blind to your very need.

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.

Sometimes the unknown delivers,
What the known cannot,
Many times the known disappoints,
Where the unknown comes through.

The man with cowries around his neck,
Has thrown a mighty stone in the river of our conscience,
And ripples of hope, once again, begin grow...and grow,
Threatening those geriatrics that have refused to embrace relegation.

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

For the glory of the team,
Stuck me leg at full steam,
That got me sent the heck off!
But mon dieu! that's some ****** stuff!

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Many relationships,
Would have been put asunder.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Two would have gone in,
And come out, three or more, altogether.