He had a Trump sign on his front lawn.
I was concerned, so naturally I set fire to his house.
She told us that men cannot give birth,
Naturally, obviously I was concerned, upset,
and had her committed for reeducation.
He wore no mask in the restaurant,
deeply concerned, I had him thrown out.
Naturally we doxed him,
chanted ‘racist’ outside his home.
She refused to be vaccinated;
said they did not work.
of course I blew the whistle on her,
had her sacked.
We must stand together, and not tolerate
these ungrateful, reactionary malcontents.
Concerned citizens must be vigilant,
yet caring – as I am.
The Psychiatric Patient
Driving home from the shops I do not walk around anymore
I noticed despite the winter is holding us like victimized Palestinians,
a thaw, the flowers and weed by the wayside looked more erect
like they were ready to let their virgin hood go - ok I know about
the bloody bees, my friend the eminent poet, is deeply concerned.
Clive, used to be a psychiatric nurse and always strive to be normal
lest you think he had had been a patient.
The beginning of spring is here new life is coming so despite Trump
the man, who escaped the asylum, we will prevail.
The founder of the union
of native American Nations.
The great visionary –
the prophet and peacemaker.
The man of sanctity and spiritual powers
He said to his people that God
is many times brighter than the Sun
and “I will be sharing in this light with God
after my flash faints
and my spirit departs to Him”.
The man of reason,
deeply concerned with truth and ethics –
the supremacy of morality
over all things.
He opposed tortures in any form.
The father of Native American Church
based on true God,
opposed to stony gods made by human hands.
What really matters, he said
is eternal life to which all of us are called.
The battle for our souls lasts to our last breath
and nobody can afford to lose this battle.
“The loses of Native American people
will turn out to be credits
in a world of God that is brighter than Sun,
where accounts are kept on a different basis”.
He converted many people
from spiritual poverty to apostles of true God.
Africa my Africa!
When shall you gasp air of peace?
Until all your children perish?
Tears, I will always shed for you
To God, still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
When shall you stop starving?
Until millions are no more?
For you, I will bitterly cry
To God, still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
When shall you stop haggling for power?
Until tribes are absorbed?
For you, deeply concerned I always am
To God, still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
When shall you not be corrupt?
Until your economies are nothing?
For you, still worried I am
To God, Still I will pray.
Africa my Africa!
Fight for peace not power
Kill starvation not salvation
Grind corruption not reaction.
Is it an ankle sprain
Is it muscle strain
Did he hurt his back
Is his shoulder out of whack
I am so worried, I can't stop my hands from shakin'
I must know Why is Clay Aiken?
Did he fall and hurt himself
I am deeply concerned about his health
He has money, so the doctor will make house calls
He is prescribed some extra strength Tylenol
If the doctor believes Tylenol will help, he's sadly mistaken
Fans want to know Why is Clay Aiken?
He had to stop his world tour, the pain became too much
Now he searches the world over to find that one doctor with the curing touch
His fans await with abated breath
Him not on tour is worse than death
The suspense is torturous, fans hearts are breakin'
Medical Universities scramble for an answer to the question, Why is Clay Aiken?