Best Unconcerned Poems
Everyday as I walk down
The feeble passage
Across the center of poverty
Where it perfume gives
An awful smell
Voice echoes vulnerability
I cry helplessly with helplessness
I can view every episode of your
Struggle
I always suffer migraine
As fed up is my brain
As it worsen into brain drain
I cry very loud enough
My stomach wall crushes
My heart beat doubles it vibration
My retina retires its vision
Rage colours my eyes red
I feel like this world is not as fair
As the fairytales of the unconcerned
Citizens
Who always flip their channels
To watch this series each day
It seem to them a reality show
So they sit in their airy first class
Environment comfortably
Confirming their country has won
Crown of poverty
So they title her Queen
I would cry in shame if am to be their persona
I would keep mute my stinginess
Cos it smells really awful
Lifting your
Banners of ruthlessness in the sky
Distracting the oxygen of hopefulness
We will never kowtow to Your unconcerned attitudes
Cos our blood of hope and courage
Gives us the motivation
To dig deeper the grounds of gold The valley of diamonds
And the river of oil
We will never let our heads down
And we will never crumble
Our hands to your sighting
We will never give up
We will never give up
We will never give up
We will never give up
Till our wreckage hour hand
Strikes 12.
The Selfish Unconcerned for the Good Well-Being Association
The Selfish Unconcerned For the
Good Well-being Association only takes in
those who can
use their left and
right hand with the
same ease.
The Unconcerned
Miracle Man
6/10/2022
Children of darkness,
without desire to flee.
Like nothing’s happening,
continue carefree.
The stench of death,
burns nostrils each day.
Lovers of pleasure,
neglecting to pray.
Shootings and death,
grips our land.
His soon return,
may be at hand.
If this is the day,
actions He’ll rebuff.
Then simply may say,
I’ve seen enough.
2 Timothy 3:4
“Traitors, heady, high minded,
lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;”
Oceans are rising,
So are the aspirations
Unchecked, untamed
Fierce crowds of
Hasty, unconcerned creatures
Called human beings
What is the future?
A sky hidden by mist and muck
Nights without stars
Days without sun
Earth lost by pollution and war
Whom would they rule?
Alas!
Wisdom is not communicable
How to salvage
The challenge is formidable
Where are the gods?
Sleeping or enjoying the game
Of their offspring?
Santa had lost his compass in the middle of his nightly voyage.
Much to the consternation of his insistent prissy elf, Soyage.
Santa had confidence he would land where he was most needed.
Ignored all of Soyage’s advice, it remained totally unheeded.
Santa was unconcerned they were pushed into a space pod.
Some people might think his behavior is more than a little bit odd.
His optimistic attitude was so big, he was not worried in the least.
Best of all, the aliens on the planet where they landed fed them a feast.