Mightier than fibs and sharp swords,
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale,
And glossed lips' deodorized words.
Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail,
And fain betray old veneered guards.
Unfettered truth predates olden floods.
Earlier than Noah's Ark and hasty hail
Unbowed stood her long-tenured trail,
Defanging vibes of fact-twisting nerds.
Unbent still won truth's candid cards,
Outlasting every knavish fibbing tale;
And justice bespectacled favored jail,
Where oft cool heels of reptiled duds.
Why not tell it to blank wingless birds:
If stoutest truth's tempest-tossed sail
Long neutered was by wealthier gale,
Over gold's Monsoon-storming girds?
~~~Magna est veritas et praevalebit~~~.
Categories:
deodorized, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Didactic
Foul smells of secrets and lies exist in the
Rarified air of
Artificially deodorized
Gentry whose lives
Rarely encounter those
Aromas arousing
Nose wrinkles of disgust, as they
Count on their perfumed cover to
Engulf the real truth.
Categories:
deodorized, people, political,
Form: Acrostic
The sun has set on our harried noon,the owl
play elegy on the lintel of gathering a dusk,
serenating sounds scour the soul,with searing rhythm of pain,
a ricocchet of cracking hearts,heard above the beatitudes muttered in chilling
morsels or whispered from tyrant heights
The sun has set on a blasted noon,we grope
in the choking darkness for a flicker,to guide
our faltering feet,while vultures above,attracted
by the stench of our dying dream,eyele migrates
with its burden of goodwill,leaving a chaotic order in
our haunted lair
agbe add a soprano of loneliness and seething sorrow,aluko
supply a dirge for grandstanding cleric and mumbling mullahs
who concoct hatred with fashionable false and
deodorized dogmas
The sun has set,yet dross of care maul the heart
while hope gallop like a trojan horse
to armageddon
we are familiar strangers in a season of tsunamis,praying
forlornly for sun's soothing rays,but
Will dry bones ever rise again
on this darkling plain?
Aug04
Categories:
deodorized, confusion, lost love, sad,
Form: Blank verse