Global warming it's a scam,
and bigwigs just don't give a damn,
they fly to this year's global forum
in private jets without decorum.
Control the world is their plan
it only hurts the common man;
they eat steak and we eat bugs
they look as us and simply shrug.
In multi-million beachfront homes
their hypocrisy it makes me groan;
carbon footprints they don't mind
as long as gold in banks they find.
Climate change it comes and goes
the sun's in charge don't you know
and nature's world will adapt,
it always has and that's a fact!
Categories:
bigwigs, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Big black bugs
Beasts and
Butterflies
Befitting
Betsy’s
Beauty
Betting
Beyond
Belief
Both
Boys
Begin
Betting
Bigtime
Believing beyond belly laughs and sunbeams
They both traveled by boat and bird into Bali
Brave buccaneers breezing along brilliantly
Bye! We bellowed Big buds
Buried beside boy began by
Beseeching both beyond a
Bigmouthed bee be bright?
Boisterous bigwigs buried both basic beliefs
Butterflies and bumblebees began blowing
Bubbles amid bumper crop of begonias.
Categories:
bigwigs, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Shape
The Corona Virus is in town
Our schools have promptly shut down.
We are sending packets to each child.
They are rather daunting, nothing mild.
Two hundred pages are going out for each.
You know these kids are going to screech!
Children who sit in school for seven hours a day
And do not fill out more than a half a page, just play.
We are over confident down in the golden tower
Where the bigwigs sit and think up this stuff by the hour.
The A students will be excited; it will keep them busy a week.
The hundred and ninety-six others will not open them even a peek.
The Corona Virus is in town.
Our schools have promptly shut down.
We are sending these packets in an optimistic silly way.
Most will not be returned at all no matter what the day.
Categories:
bigwigs, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
Categories:
bigwigs, world,
Form: Free verse
Life through the dust
Hard labor through the concrete jungle
Manifest by the powerful dictators.
Empty promises, eating there own words.
Children walk through the dark with knifes.
Hoodlums, youth gangsterism Glares.
Civilization rant, harlotry blooms.
Online brothel, living borrowed time.
Great potential turning to invalid rascals.
Ho! Life through the dust
Manifest by the powerful dictator
Government disarray, kleptocracy reign
Embezzlement dazzling, job devoid
Poverty booms, murder. Violence, the air stench
terrorism stares, Religious scandals
Blood splits dyed the society
The gentle dusty-wind doth moves
Large population lived in slum
Poor health standard zoom
Silently, hiddeness, soul perished
The bigwigs consume from the bane of other
The one who make their home besides our ribs
Life through the dust snare.
The truth is lost, We fall to dust.
Categories:
bigwigs, life,
Form: Free verse
All the bigwigs in our village
Took refuge in the mercy
Of Fortune.
It came to such a situation that
If we locked our house and left,
Before we reached the goal,
At least ten fifteen Fortunes
Would come looking for us.
I noticed
How quietly
Does this Fortune make its entry.
Earlier, it was so noisy.
“Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow”
The sing song chant
Was amusing.
Slowly, Tomorrow became Today.
“Today today today”
How many times have I joined the chant!
Now,
How forlornly
How silently
Does Fortune arrive!
It has lost its speech.
It has contempt for itself.
It has shrunk into itself
More than the ex-serviceman
Standing in guard before an ATM.
Where did Fortune’s voice vanish?
Does it mean that Fortune has no voice?
That Fortune itself has ceased to exist?
Kuzhur Wilson / Trans by Ra Sh
Categories:
bigwigs, 12th grade, blue, brother,
Form: Bio
A member of the cast
Of "Hamilton," addressing Pence,
Implored him to do right by all,
On both sides of the fence.
With knowledge of how he believes,
It made a lot of sense
Although, from some reactions,
Seems the Veep-elect was tense.
Advice to other bigwigs
In Trump's inner circle, hence -
When in New York, prepare yourselves
For cries of recompense.
P.S. The only bone here,
And of course I need to pick it,
Is how, to "Hamilton" was Pence
Allowed to snag a ticket!
Categories:
bigwigs, political,
Form: Rhyme
The storm was called historic
Before it even hit,
The weathermen euphoric,
As reports they did submit.
They closed the subways and the schools;
Prevented cars from driving.
The pols used all their lofty tools
For snow not yet arriving.
The Broadway theaters shut their doors;
Museums followed suit.
The gyms were shuttered and the stores,
Decisions resolute.
And after all was said and done,
The blizzard never came.
Though all were wrong, there wasn’t one
Who’d shoulder any blame.
Defensively the bigwigs boast,
“We made the right decision;”
But I am one of quite a host
Who view them with derision.
Categories:
bigwigs, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Bigwigs like to breakfast
With compadres of their ilk.
They like imbibing power
With their coffee, tea or milk.
The usual location
Where they meet and break their bread
Plans to close for renovations,
So what will they do instead?
A restaurant’s been chosen
As replacement for a while;
Because it’s on Park Avenue,
It has the proper style.
A certain politician, though,
When asked about it, boasted,
“I’ll try it, but they’d better know
I like my whole-wheat toasted.”
With all the problems in the world
Just falling at their feet,
How strange to think the big shots
Care so much ‘bout where they eat.
Perhaps our negativity
Towards them would be more minor
If they would meet for breakfast
At the low-cost local diner!
Categories:
bigwigs, people, political, urban,
Form: Rhyme
As a child I was “board” with Monopoly
Games dragged on endlessly, such monotony
Now I’ve noticed a fearsome monstrosity
Special interests creating atrocity
PACs are strangling the sentiments of Congress
Bailouts for bigwigs while people are jobless
To win votes, we hear many a false promise
After elected, leaders become pompous
Get out of jail free cards are passed readily
Eagerly sought by those who lie steadily
We try to make sense of this inequity
But “players” are laughing at our density
Yet I know monopolies when I see them
And all of this control I’m quick to condemn
Categories:
bigwigs, angst, social
Form: Rhyme
Tell me why men and women go to war.
Tell me why they die for causes that know one has an explanation for.
Tell me why we rush to the aid of homeless and hungry people who are not from the united
States.
Tell me why our homeless and hungry don't get the same treatment and our elected leaders
will tell you its still up for debate.
Tell me why the elderly should have to decide weather to get food or medication.
Tell me why some of them cant remember their name or the last time they went on vacation.
Tell me why I use to pay for my gas with the money from my pocket.
Tell me why now not only do the oil bigwigs get richer, but now i have to also lock it.
Tell me why people that retired a long time ago are suppose to enjoy tier golden years.
Tell me why now those same people are working again just to survive and exist from there
worst fears.
So someone please tell me why these same questions get asked over and over with no
certain reply.
I guess we will never know with any certainty the answers, so until then I'll just ask please
tell me why.
Categories:
bigwigs, confusion, education, hope, people,
Form: Narrative
Tell me why men and women go to war.
Tell me why they die for causes that know one has an explaination for.
Tell me why we rush to the aid of homeless and hungry people not from
the United States.
Tell me why our homeless and hungry dont get the same treatment and
our elected leaders will tell you its still up for debate.
Tell me why the elderly should have to decide to choose to get food or
medication.
Tell me why they have a disease where they cant remember their name
or the last time they went on vacation.
Tell me why I use to pay for gas with the money i had in my pocket.
Tell me why now not only do the oil bigwigs get richer, but I now I have to
also lock it.
Tell me why people that retired years ago are suppose to enjoy the golden years.
Tell me why now those same people are working again just to survive and exsist
from there worst fears.
So some one please tell me why these same questions get asked over
and over with no certain reply.
I guess we will never know with any certainty any answers,so untill then I'll just
ask please tell me why.
Categories:
bigwigs, inspirational, life, people, sad,
Form: I do not know?
My credit cards are maxed a plenty
The mortgage payment was due last week
The electric company came with warning
My future now, it looks quite bleak
My work, they won’t advance me money
The corporate bigwigs hoard and lie
They have no thoughts for those with families
They wouldn’t care if I lived or died
They just want the work then finished
And need not know how it’s attained
However, they do watch the P and L sheets
So they can see the cash they’ve made
And I, well, I will make the phone calls
I will get from Peter, to pay Paul
I just so hope it does not catch up
I’d hate to see my house then fall
Categories:
bigwigs, life,
Form: Quatrain