THE DIE IS CAST

Written by: WINFRED SANDE

THE DIE IS CAST
“I See,” said a blind man to his deaf Spouse, emphatically
I hear the S-rhetoric She replied Sarcastically The symptoms and signs of Stagnation The Syndrome of intermittent Systems and Structures Signing and later whining or wining Structural adjustment and subsidies The insatiable appetite for Sausages and Swine Speculation and Smart Partnerships Scenarios Synergies, Song of Science, Strategies, Solutions all Send Shivers down my Spine Stock exchange and Streamlining just Sentimental What with Solo driving, Sole proprietorship of Strings of businesses As the faith of the Servicemen wavers, the Sales are reportedly Staggering A Slump they call it but there’s Something Sinister Swing into action to Subjugate these Saboteurs? My Spirit faints But rejoice oh my Soul Share the Spoil of the Wicked, Shillings and Swiss Francs or $ollars If they call this Scathing, what is Stealing? Smelling, a Stench! Servant leaders, Surge forward to foil this Sunlight melancholy For a calm Sea never made a good Swimmer Study the Science of the Soil and the oil When funds are Squandered Guillotine the Small witty cashiers, the sardines A Sacrifice of sorts, Scape goating and Summary Sentencing “Where are the big bully Signatories, the Sharks”, a Senior Citizen asks? Scot free, in Singapore in another Symposium And who will Sub-due the enemy? Where are the species of valour, women of virtue? Behold the Son of David, Save us! Saviour, open your eyes and See, take our Prayer Seriously With You on our Side we can Salvage the Situation and Scale walls