Miserly
Grope not for what is not there,
You ate your cake once,
Yet here you are,
Bearing a sign "missing apples".
You ate your cake once,
Yet here you are,
Bearing a sign "missing apples".
Patience left your restless life
Decades ago,
It took along success and happiness,
Today you forget who gave them the quit notice.
Decades ago,
It took along success and happiness,
Today you forget who gave them the quit notice.
Failure has punctuated your Methuselah life,
The kids in the street laughs at your ragged existence,
They think of you as their Elisha,
Howbeit, one who can neither summon a She-Bear,
Nor buy them a teddy Bear.
The kids in the street laughs at your ragged existence,
They think of you as their Elisha,
Howbeit, one who can neither summon a She-Bear,
Nor buy them a teddy Bear.
The Dance of Terror
A state in a state, that's what they want.
In Iraq, a state births a parasite
Who daily grows bigger than the host.
They do not wish for more rights,
What they demand is everything.
In Iraq, a state births a parasite
Who daily grows bigger than the host.
They do not wish for more rights,
What they demand is everything.
Somewhere along the coast of west Africa,
A continental giant,
Stands grounded by the whims and caprices,of a parasite.
One who daily consumes a whole sub-region
And sends the State forces into scamper.
A continental giant,
Stands grounded by the whims and caprices,of a parasite.
One who daily consumes a whole sub-region
And sends the State forces into scamper.
The World stinks of religion and prejudice.
Somewhere in America, a policeman would
Mistake a Blackman for a robber
And fill him with lead from his pistol.
Somewhere in America, a policeman would
Mistake a Blackman for a robber
And fill him with lead from his pistol.
A Cartoonist in Europe would paint caricatures of Sacred figures and emblems.
A singer would have the cross protruding from her Vagina.
Today, someone would make other's tempers flare,
And the war in Ukraine would have been a mere joke.
A singer would have the cross protruding from her Vagina.
Today, someone would make other's tempers flare,
And the war in Ukraine would have been a mere joke.
My Ageing Youth.
Day has hid its bright face,
Dusk invades the atmosphere,
It rides on the back of darkness,
The good days have bowed out.
A scene winds down.
Dusk invades the atmosphere,
It rides on the back of darkness,
The good days have bowed out.
A scene winds down.
Sorely, i miss the variant voices,
The arguments and agreements,
In the thick of dusk,
When the blackness had veiled the pole. Time stole upon us unawares
And usurped our youth and exuberance.
The arguments and agreements,
In the thick of dusk,
When the blackness had veiled the pole. Time stole upon us unawares
And usurped our youth and exuberance.
I long for the days past,
When our scuffles terminated in laughter.
Times when our shouts violated the night,
When our jokes defied the sacred midnight,
Beautiful memories of jests and jokes and.
When our scuffles terminated in laughter.
Times when our shouts violated the night,
When our jokes defied the sacred midnight,
Beautiful memories of jests and jokes and.
We all blossomed into independence,
Responsibilities began to weigh in,
Sons must father sons,
Youth must prepare for days of grey hair.
Alas! The echoes of our laughter
Are carried away by the cares of adulthood.
Responsibilities began to weigh in,
Sons must father sons,
Youth must prepare for days of grey hair.
Alas! The echoes of our laughter
Are carried away by the cares of adulthood.
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