Don Johnson Poet Ballad

Cheat

Cheat 
I could cheat but it is wrong,
To rob your brother of his song,
To undercut his wages, worse,
To bring on self the awful curse,
But you knew it all along.

Power of thought can win a game,
But cheating is just a thieving same,
Build for self the future pain,
Be born in old Uganda.
Without a bloody veranda,
Black in the face again?

Propaganda brainwash cheat,
Lies are spilling into the street,
Mass media are indiscreet,
To the super rich they pander,
Will Africa be sweet,
No bloody veranda.

So their persecuting you today,
Sucking muddy water, no fun hey,
Machete, sidestep duck away,
Hide under the veranda.

Don Johnson

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Richard Palmer July 6, 2012 at 5:42 AM great write Don,sad thoughts

Michelle Mac Donald July 5, 2012 at 5:26 PM Ohhh, I can still comment, Don!:) I'm sorry I ran off without so much of a goodbye to anyone on the Soup.:( I'm a bole headed stubborn donkey. Not Joe's fault, though I'm sure he will feel blamed. "The Fiddler's cat' was supposed to be counter poem to his. His started in daylight to midnight, mine was the reverse. No way could I write about cattle rustling...hehe I wasn't much of a cowgirl.:) Stuff I couldn't handle, but I miss everyone here like crazy! Spare Joe, please. Love, Mikki Don Johnson July 5, 2012 at 7:44 PM dont ya fret cos we still love ya, me n Joe an lots of others, loving thoughts are meant... 4 u little sis....

Joann Grisetti July 3, 2012 at 8:16 PM A powerful write - thanks for sharing.

Russell Sivey July 3, 2012 at 7:33 PM I love the common theme of the veranda! Quite the powerful message you implant into my mind Don! You've written a masterful poem here my friend! I really enjoyed the skillful write you do eloquently put together! Great Work!!