The Urge

The urge For we been equipped fellow citizens of Motherland, Africa she sang of, Poetic is It justice? just ice frosting dreams, hopes Parliament a breeding citadel of perverse Codes that terms us labourers in our land. Gazetted reforms that impairs our virtues And moralistic principles of being, rejected By those with all the mighty through veto, How lame I voted  him in for betterment Of the kin, weary leaving in the cold street. My ails heals from their white precipitates, Inscribed by a solo individual, dual turns a Taboo yet granny always had crushed roots The ails would shy... Boots, books, and tie Paper wetting from the drips of enslavement Hunting modernized but the parliaments left In great chaos, adaptation of the scripts left Us this urge,  The urge to revolt, yearning... Codified practices that are never followed by The sire, a new mutant foe in make, Change. 5 January 19 Lowlifediarist ___________________***________________  Vultures No wonder why I have this naked head These weak claws, Neither have I ever Wondered why I feed chiefly on carrion Rotting carcass dressed by fellow humane Ages past starving, preying, pitying shame. Carrion bird been termed, so wary I envy The keen and noble eagle whose social unit Portray efficiency and tranquility in plays How he is gifted in soaring up highs spred He preys on fresh flesh, he hustles nothing. Vultures we been cased by mother nature For we toil yet others birds emblems might We long for the deprived freedoms, denied And fed on their remains. Avarice being no Shame for no honor is related to my name. Black birds whom seize by violence, preys Like us, feeds greedily stood forth our Sire. Corrupt ravens whom disperse parliaments Owls on the watch, waiting to grace thier Chance too, damned birds of disgust, cursed. 5 January 19 Lowlifediarist