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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!


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Villanelle: Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

Villanelle: Stringent laws only serve to constrict the heart to hate
                   
     For all Eric Garners who went down breathless

Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
“Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen Dann ist die Erde schön”
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Yea put the blame on the Maker too for making world rotate
Way we’re all made contend we not for the one an’ same bone 
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

Some people who on this earth set foot much too late
Still hope to displace take and hold on to what others earn
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Those who love to lick the chokehold sweat mostly gravitate
To the force that arms preserve till eternity burns in urn
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

All that happens be it not the changes wrought by climate
If the winds just blew one single way will none ever moan
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Everything happens way it does to keep from kicking planet
Sans white or black beauty nor butt we’ll all die of boredom 
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


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Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
There where you first blink your own coffin you have to nail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Hounded by carnal goals and bound fast by your fate innate
The hammer that pounds the nails in your blood without fail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

The long arm of fate can reach you through the friendly state
The Wanderer has no place he calls home but the un-walled jail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Neither lust nor love can spare the place’s trap or fumigate
The quick flaming grass that traps you on the mountain trail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

You may nurse the cow in you be not gruff never joke nor prate
Nor vie with otherland hosts where other unjust ways prevail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Nor claim the imported god incarnates the only Law in the State
Sack burn pillage and plunder the recumbent host’s Holy Grail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
 
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014