In a feather-fine alcove with muted hymns
a gentle brook rains water over Chrystal rocks
that sways a rippling  flow down to a place unseen
overhead a leafy veil in brilliant emerald canopy loomed
as incandescent rays of sunlight glimpse by in curious peeps
here I sit in favored repose and in deft homage I see the grace
for in a sojourn of a remembrance of past times and days endings
the voice of my soul in reverent hush uttered calmly unflinchingly
Do you know, you have never intentionally harmed a fellow being
neither, I say, have you done a bad deed to another or failed to assist
Do you know I fathom no ill will in you or see the darkness of hate
you smile readily in good disposition, a cheery warmth a light heart
pray do furnish me with a knowledge of where all this breezed from
I laughed quietly in repose as my mind traverse within searchingly
From you, I replied, all from you and the Creator that made you
I am grateful!

the sacred Isle ruled the waves
then plundered and looted from Benin to China
from Egypt to Greece they took and even Rayleigh craved

Men, women, artifacts, gold silver, diamonds
all come back to our motherland to stay
nothing wrong with that, its all our birthright

A union was agreed between nations around
in opaques agreement lets pool everything and share
we move as one and live in peace and prosperity together

years down the line with all working well
the Isle said we want out we are not getting enough
we can go our own way and get a lot more without sharing

let us not be so selfish says some thinkers
we want out says the people cause we don't like sharing
lets go our way and take and sell to the whole wide world

they say I am greedy because some old man wore a coral crown
and owned the marshes he had lived from 1845 with his brood
no one went to sea to rob another or took taxes from people

the coral crown family all worked day and night
doctors, lawyers, surveyors, civil servants even nurses serving others
never took or asked from State to survive or wore any coral crown

came the wordsmiths and experts in Acquisition international
who wrote the book on Greed and taking from every known place
either by war, treats, bribery or just plain **** chicanery

yes, yes, this renowned Magpies hollered, you are greedy
it will cost you arms and legs, it will cost you all you hold dear
we say you are greedy and that's all, we hear no protest, no mercy

in simple minds logic and reasoning is not to be found
my coral crown old man did not fight to take land or wealth
did not sit in chambers gilded demanding taxes from no one

they moved from the hinterlands in droves led by him
to the coastal areas ****** land, where the marshes were wild
they cultivated and settled after years of exodus, perils and trials

he toiled hard and managed, created communities living in peace
ruled with wisdom and grace and looked after his people
killed no one for gain nor took land or property from any one

Ignore the difference between old man Coral and your own crowns
ignore the truths that shows there's no comparisons whatsoever
listen to the Experts on Greed. they have declared I am greedy
historically and now this Experts must be right, they invented Greed and Rights.........

why do they bother
when there are four, five and six
when there are pink sky and rainbow
and a bird can skip from black shade to white glow
and federico fellini is on constant standby to do his art
why does a passerby matter in a parade just fitting and free

the hurt was from not finding intelligence in a post colonial sister
of thinking that the yoke of imperialism has been expunged
that the modern contemporary ones have inherent esteem
no longer tied to mental slavery in this dawn of Aquarius
and have grown to know real power is within us all
the hurt was the disappointment this was a fallacy

they still owned the minds and souls of  a lot of the new breeds
perhaps even more than the old brigade who were broken easily
by the Machiavellian Rulers and left to pay the heavy prices undue
I was hurt because I thought I'll find intelligence but met a dud
it was not a romantic liaison with a broken heart at stake
it was the knowledge that some will never be free

I was tired from hoping to know a 'woke" contemporary
and seeing mind blinded and indoctrinated puppets
I made peace with this, finding diamonds are never easy
there may just be one black diamond here
but by jove, its one hell of a gem
Yes, that diamond is priceless
Tell them to make sure they lock it up good!

Stick out your chests
and wet your serpentine tongues
block your holes in hard cements for ever
tar me black and erase my life with your evils
if Adam had said NO we would not be in this sinning pit
God is just and fair, loving and pure
but in arrogance, deafness and willful disobedience
its always your call to cut, draw and quarter as you like
thus from first days you did the wrong and drew him in
though gifted mothers of life and blessed halves of the other
the snakes of you lives and reigns wherever it can still hissing evil
I troubled none, only stood for righteous gains and protecting mines
If this be wrong, let my God be the judge, to Him I  answer to not you
you are not my gods, you will never be and to you I will not fear
Do your worst, wreck me and ruin my life, come **** me if you like
you are fowl gods of untruths, darkness, miseries, pain n destruction'
depart,  go languish in your darkened holes, give them to your slaves
With my truths and my Shinning Light I am whole with my TRUE GOD

homage from ground level
who spend ions looking the rarefied oak
and begging attention in dire desperation
truths not theirs to own, dogs hears only master's voice
a million no's is two million yes's to dogs of handlers hidden
till the fun resounds from aimless plays and senseless gates locked
clowns are made to act their memberships in emperors coat drama
opposing oppositions of oppositions unknown by such opposing
a drama for fools created by fools in fantasists scripted muggings
to train watchful sub human dobermans in grand voyeuristic plays
they toil to infest superior mind thinking they share same thoughts
unable to see the deranged diets fed to the lowly dogs mad keepers
laughter from hill seeing the senile programs of the sad curb-crawlers
spineless  ferals without strength and resilience the inadequate mobs
opposing oppositions of oppositions unknown by such opposing
the clowns who sees Yes's for No's and No's for Yes's in delusions
the sad movement of the cons of the politics of fear and divisions
opposing oppositions of oppositions unknown by such opposing

The fakes all line up to jive to the twist
perchance the only semi-skill they claim a boast
hopping, skipping, legs akimbo dreary brains on fire
men, women, boys girls lovers, wives and husbands, oldies even
here they turn, there they twist, we've got a love, so beautiful and true
we've got a life so happy and fulfilling, we've got friends for life
we've got money to do all the things we want to do and more
we've just made love, it was so good, best ever always
Its all a sham, by pretenders in a make believe void
sad unhappy people, hearts heavy, minds a flamed
poverty, debts, illnesses and diseases, pains stored
unstable, unable, drunkards and preaching pedos
smack face and addicts, impotent lovers galore
virginitis and gingivitis, infected tongues too
small ones with money, big ones gone dead
hate and troubles, fears and dysfunctions
riddled the dancers and twisters jiving
but the pretenders are out rolling
skipping and prancing right on
oh, what a crowd, what a time
come join the party and hop
make it up and drown
your strife and pain
haul your miseries
find a scapegoat
this is therapy
for the poor
for the sick
for the mad
for the unhappy
for the depressed
come pretend your bad away
come wish bad for someone else...