Sestina Political Poems

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Details | Sestina |
Everyone has to stand Either side of the belt In two big lines. Line managers fill Reserve boxes full of nuts. Then comes the chocolate. A column of chocolate. We have to stand and Watch out for the frays in the belt. We must stay in our lines And trust the boxes have been refilled With nuts. Unending boxes full of nuts, An unending formation of chocolate Coming closer to where we stand. Moving hands ahead blur the belt, Quick and steady hands keeping in line. Already the boxes look less full. The bosses in blue hairnets refill The boxes full to the top of nuts. They oversee the decoration of chocolate. Every day and they do this by sitting By the boxes on the side of the belt, Chatting, or milking power out of nuts. And it’s us on the line Who get the blame when the boxes are empty, And chocolate goes by without being nutted, And they have to chuck away trays of chocolate, We’re sweating from their shouting but we stand; We keep our places by the belt. Our place is by the belt. Either side of the line. We do not wait for the nuts to be refilled. If necessary we will take them from our friends We think only of the chocolate. For as long as it takes, we stand.

Copyright © Samuel James | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sestina |
Poor  men  with  wealthy  lives  are  low  dead
Dead  and  poor  low  mens  lives  were  wealthy 
Wealthy  dead  with  lives  poor  were  low  men
Low  and  wealthy  men  had  dead  poor  lives
Lives  low  remembering  poor  wealthy  dead  men
Wealthy  lives  are  dead  those  low  poor  men
Poor  lives  are  dead  those  low  wealthy  men

Copyright © Zack Dicks | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sestina |

A drum with a voice I am
Active, proud and can smile
Made of cow-hide and wood
I can mime and make noise
I am here to be hired to shout
Provoked I make useful noise

Wood is my switch-board
Strike me with wooden sticks
And I dance for you twisty
Cool soothing dance
The dances of your heart
And sing for you reggae	
Song of your mind for your joy

I am multi-lingual too
When given cheese, butter
I can cry with the crying
When showered with money, milk
I can laugh with the laughing
A talking drum, I ape my master
At times I am deaf and dump
Feed me not, I raise my hand not
Feed me, I postpone sleep and act
For I talk what you talk, 
And hear what you hear for,
Life is a dream full of imitations

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016