Broer Poems

Vibration

Call it alliteration or pun  or something else you are free,
Don’t make a brouhaha out of this ,broer!,
The brevity of my blizzard of words cannot be 
Blotted out, even after a breathalyzer test.

I’m not drunk or having down’s syndrome
but infected with cytomegalovirus which
makes me talk like Cockatiel or Cockatoo,
this is why I’m cockahooped over this.

I love weasel words mixed with whimsical quality;
Many have morbid fascination for violent
Which can put them in a quagmire,
While some appreciate peace ,political stability,
Selfless service and accountability without strangulating
the downtrodden and opulent indigents.
As a sentient being ,it seems like speaking semblance 
of nonsense but it’s not sedo.

I vibrate for I’m sick of oppression,
nepotism ,covetousness and egocentric attitudes
Of our leaders, which is worst than worst;
Infuriating and nauseating.
‘Oh charity! When are you going to be accepted
 fully by man?’
‘Oh grace! ,are you still among us?’
‘Oh peace!, do not turn your face from us’.
‘Oh mother nature!, help us and forgive our wicked deeds.’