If I did not have a mind

brilliantly forged in humanities

capable of discernment in rights and wrongs

to appease the Creator's noble design and uphold my worth

would I be the swamp flotsam in a momentum roguish and wild

carrying the addled ***** mud of past stagnation and clogged

minds

enveloped in debris of insane ideologies long shamed and

discarded  

flogged by millions out of the house of reasons cowering in bile

naked in the shattering wake of rejections by miners and sons

mothers, wives sisters and daughters who saw the light

in strives and honest endeavours they gained by sweat

communities grown in neighborly love not hate

heed the wastrels and money for nothings

entrenched in blame games and deceits

selling raw hate and dividing people

with their self-serving con masters

liars, wide boys, haters and fakers

In towns flogging dud wares

hogging delusional cures

selling

stinking red snake oil

Nobody buys it

these days