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Good boys

They say good boys finish last
But eventually all do finish
And then we begin to judge the past
And it's only goodness we relish

Finishing first should save you time
What for, for in it you should have learnt patience
Why seek only material in your prime
And feign learning stewardship and prudence

Go ahead and finish while we learn
Painstakingly gaining wisdom and counsel
More than money, life currencies we earn
Soon your caucus will be ousted by our council

Future events could be seen by seers
But future security is in the wisdom of the years
How soon I pray the mist clears
You lessen your haste for wealth that appears and disappears.

K. Muitherero

The System

In shadows cast by Western might,
The System whispers, a colonial blight.
1. Shatter morals, a cultural fray,
   where heritage falters, lost in dismay.
   Reduced to echoes of a proud past,
   souls adrift, in shadows cast.

2. Weaken currencies, neocolonial schemes,
   a puppet dance where exploitation teems.
   Devalue the coin, a silent decree,
   as resources bleed from land to sea.

3. Stir security's storm, a tempest untamed,
   colonial legacy, a history named.
   With every tremor, a puppetry play,
   strings pulled tight in the Western way.

The System laughs, a cold, hollow sound,
A puppeteer unseen, wearing a colonial crown.
In the dance of shadows, where control is spun,
A narrative of power, yet to be undone.

Rehashing History: the Model and the Master

Giovanni didn't trust Michelangelo,
He'd heard that for guys he was hot.
But for minimum pay of a florin* a day,
He was willing to give it a shot.
As soon as they started the session,
Gio's senses said something was wrong.
Mickey couldn't decide how to pose him--
Wearing armor, a toga, a thong?
This went on for a while, and then with a smile
The master casually said to the dude,
"Please don't think me a jerk,
But to get this to work,
I must have you totally nude."
Avoiding eye contact, Gio peeked at his contract,
Then took a deep breath and replied,
"Si, but with the insistence that you keep your distance,
And another five florins besides."

And that's the way the story goes,
I've repeated it word for word,
How the most famous statue in all of the world,
The one that's called "David" occurred.


*Author's note: The florin, ducat, and lire were common currencies during Michelangelo's time. A florin, according to one source, was worth 2 crowns, approximately $26.00 today. I could not find the name of the model who posed for this sculpture nor how much he was paid. I doubt seriously if M. paid his models in florins, but I like the alliterations.

Full of Breaches - Bitcoin Poem 072

The history of fiat 
Is chock full of breaches
Of centralized power
That pushes and reaches

Debasing our money
The looters and leeches
Gaslighting people
With Keynesian speeches 

Where is our money
In fractional banks?
They lend out in bubbles
And give us no thanks

Restricting our freedoms
With raw overreaches
Yes, the history of fiat
Is brimming with breaches

But now we have freedom
From theft and abuse
A better money in Bitcoin
And the power to choose

The central bank must be trusted not to debase the currency, but the history of fiat currencies is full of breaches of that trust. Banks must be trusted to hold our money and transfer it electronically, but they lend it out in waves of credit bubbles with barely a fraction in reserve. 

Satoshi Nakamoto

African Youths On Good Moves

African youths on good moves 
As they understand the situation which moves
Day and night for their benefits 
and of others
No matter how they face more challenges 
here and there. 
They can still focus on some good points
Which concern  peace in the world, 
development of African  economy, 
African one currency 
and Africa of free borders.

African youths on good moves 
African mineral resources 
Will  be a big reserve to strengthen
the African new currency to stand
with other top world currencies.
Massive youngsters 
will be  the large productive labours
and consumers
 in the continent regularly. 

July 19/2023

Africa Has a New Weave

Concrete cities of our converted land.
Currencies creeping along, Naira or rand.
This is Africa, should we take a stand?

  Helping hands strip rich rocks into their bands.
  Debtors demanding for repayment. How grand!
  Is this not africa, being exploited by their demand?

    Twisted talks just to redeem their brand.
     Foolish facades of goodness spoken for our misbrand. 
     Africa's afro now gripped by a hairband.

         The beauty of it all Reduced to nothing.
          Patterns of pride are left puffing, 
           pacing and on their knees before assimilation 
                  pushed them to conformity. 
                  Conformity with the rest of the nation's.
                   The majority of their dim drab glows.
                    Just another place, that everyone knows.

The loss of togetherness.
People now ungenerous,
As Africa's silky strands replace her natural beauty.

Your World On A Map

Languages, currencies, religions and flags
Capitals, origins and sorts of tags
Seas, rivers, landmarks and sites of history
Symbols, letters, colors of memory

Pictures of every nation as family
Orders and sects of homily
Cultures and traditions of pride and simplicity
Nurtures and inspires longer than mortality

Your world is not round but flat
Sleeping with peace and honor on the mat
Shapes and sizes of countries so fascinating
Your world on a map, your life in a story not stat
  -- stirring and oscillating

Long Live Common-Sense Coins

To call Bitcoins lowly rated,
Buffet was called old and dated.
Crypto lost its kingdom,
Buffet won back wisdom,
What was to be has now fated.
Greed never pays, nor will,
Nor yet triumphs evil,
No cake can swap with daily bread.
_________________________________
Happenings |02.11.2022| Limerick 

Poet’s note: Crypto currencies, all the lot, were like communism that promised power to people through decentralization. But it led to power in the hands of a few unfit people. Unregulated money matters lead to unethical practices. ‘What was to be has now fated’ as this ditty says— a lesson for those who plunged into Crypto currencies like blind. But there is no easy money. It is never ‘different this time’, a warning before laughing all the way to bank. No thinking is old-fashioned when it comes to money.

Naira

Naira
Naira
 OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen  
TIME OF THOUGHT- 12:45am 
DATE OF THOUGHT-8/05)2019

Naira

Oh Naira !! 
Gone are the days of your radiant gleam

Now a tattered fabric, torn at the seam.
Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory

Oh, Naira, once mighty and bold, In your story, a somber tale is told.

 Beggars on streets, disdain in their eyes, 
A currency weakened, to everyone's surprise.

Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her eight borns surfers in your weakened grip 

The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there?

A plea echoes, as your value takes a dip.
The way forward is  toning  down our excessive love for foreign currencies

Varieties

A world of varieties
To be developed
And to be chosen at random
The materialistic world flourishes
The commercial activities activate
The youngsters herald the changes
The currencies flow in and out 
In a world of varieties
Everyone is pursuing  the materialistic world iof varieties
And so money is the only target for hardworks and ambitions
To buy and possess abundantly
Varirties
In this world of varieties

Currencies

Currencies


temples grace the cambodian sky
residents on a street talk to their gods
rice sold in the marketplace
a road along a single river

residents on a street talk to their gods
conversations streaming the air
a road along a single river
currents of lives ever-flow

conversations streaming the air
histories to always bear
currents of lives ever-flow
coins passed hand-to-hand

histories to always bear
stories of an ancient land
coins passed hand-to-hand
temples grace the cambodian  sky



The city- Battenberg, Cambodia

Provocative Brag

Wealth sings in my domain, you conjure the Arab kings of old
your brag of a fat account in a bank with my portrait
is laughed by the mouse stealing from my wasted hay
nature’s balance fights me just for you to have stipends
you try to run the way I do, I’ve left you b’cos I now fly
you display your newly acquired peacock, in my backyard is a muster
a new Mall you have, your speakers taunt towards my direction
my store is permanently dark from the fullness of its resources
my garage, the next century’s prototype for your building to feel sandy
media interviews, social trends, increasing has been your meds
and in every of my birthday, a Yacht joins in the give away
the strata is never full, there’s always a head ahead
don’t compete with any part of the chain or you lose your leg
life is nothing, so I live in the pool of extreme modesty
tempt my guts and you’ll see I’m the host of all currencies.

Socialistic Socialism

HOWLING DRAGONS 
PATROLLED THE SKIES.
IN SEARCH OF BEINGS 
WHO RECENTLY DIED.

A BLINDING LIGHT 
BEAMED UPON.
ONE MINUTE THEIR THERE
THE NEXT MINUTE GONE.

UNGODLY STENCH 
OF ROTTING FLESH.
FILLED THE SKIES,
EVEN ONES BREATH.

LIVING IN DARKNESS 
ELECTRICITY'S GONE. 
ONE THING FOR SURE 
IS THAT EVERYTHING'S WRONG.

CURRENCIES WORTHLESS 
THEY BARTER OR TRADE.
THAT IS HOW, 
THEIR MEALS ARE MADE.

VEGGIES AND SPICES, 
EXTREMELY RARE. 
YET NINE OUT OF TEN, 
PEOPLE DON'T CARE.

PEOPLE ARE DESPERATE 
AND LIFE IS IN DIRE.
PROTESTERS RUN, 
THROUGH THE STREETS WHILE ON FIRE.

THE NEW WORLD GOVERNMENT
VACCINED THEM ALL.
I STAND HERE HELPLESS 
WATCHING THEM FALL.

VOMIT AND BILE 
COVER THE STREETS.
HOMELESS AND CHILDREN 
WITH NO SHOES ON THERE FEET.

RANTING AND RAVING 
THEY'RE LOSING THEIR MINDS.
ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT 
AND ALL OF THE TIME.

THIS IS GROUND ZERO. 
THE END OF THE LINE. 
FOR ONE AND ALL, 
JUST A MATTER OF TIME.

CONDITIONED FOOLS
THEY WERE LED TO BELIEVE.
I DON'T THINK THEY REALIZE
THEY WERE DECEIVED.

04012020

The Valley of the Sun

she speak to lovers
all of whom she admires and adores
they whisper their wants to one another
like prayers to a god
a god that listens and understands them
they speak to voices
only to hear chants
they ask for monetary currencies
that they might exist beyond the scope of their being
who's voice shall answer mine
might i be lucky enough to be heard
that these ways make it easier to live
and love
between those who like living this way

yet god if you hear me
might you listen
that i might have possession of the flower amiss the garden
that it's beauty is valued high among men
and that possession of this flower
will make other to perceive me as successful
that a king among kings
only are to war
but a king to his queen
might he be loved
that the words of men are to be heard by the god
who shall grant love to them
that others might contest these lovers
might i have the flower
might i have the flower
might i have flower to possess as my own
that the woman might be adorn as much as
the world adorns the blooming bloossoms
amiss your fields and gardens
might i possess this beautiful ornament as my own

Eyes of a Dying Wolf

I looked through the eyes of a dying wolf
to see fires flaming out our horizon
as long as this wild wolf had seen.

He saw a time
when seizures
were currencies of sorcerors,
shamen and shawomen
born of supremely loving matriarchs.

Seizure medicine knew its own advent
echoing sources speaking dreams of manna geese
flying home for our first through last
Win/Win Thanksgiving Day 
through fire extinguishing night.

Thanksgiving Peace Dreams
after fires and erupting volcanoes
of seizures,
and also before peace dreams of hope-fired relationships,
responsible as authoritative Win/Win faith,
respect for powers of multiculturing love
over monoculturing fears
of fires for volcanoed hate
of gun-fires flaming out horizons.

I looked through the eyes of a not yet dead wolf
to see fires of restorative justice
for Thanksgiving Days and Nights of Peace
sweeping all Win/Win full-fired horizons
of Wonder as Sacred Flaming Awe.

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