If Ever I Had a Country : Xxxvii and Xxxviii
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXVII - XXXVIII
XXXVII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Minister of Housing Development
I'd make it my life-long mission by swearing upon it as a Holy Sacrement
To rush to the rescue of every poor defenceless and distraught old tenant
At the mercy of villainous old women pests who run or administer housing tenements
With beaks claws sharp canines of vultures hyenas who suck vampirically emoluments
That is, if ever I were by some magic the Minister of Housing Development
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country
XXXVIII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
I'd ordain ripped from every thesaurus encyclopaedia and dictionary
Words which denote or connote that special breed of vilely hissing spying bodies
Concierge Housekeeper Portero Janitor and all such idiotic parasitic discrepancies
And free the sleepless care-worn tenement city populations from these harpies
That is, if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
And even if in Gaie Paree I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 26, 2018
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2018
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