Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end.
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due
to her lack of reality.
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging.
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch .
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences
The formulas to be remenised
The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes
Detailing the need of men
To procreate
The Mountains of the Dead
I’ve seen the mountains of the dead,
the worn-down hobnailed boots,
a child’s pathetic pair of shoes,
those ladies’ heels in red and blue,
and stared at each macabre caress;
scuffed patent leather,
canvas twisted rubber soles,
threadbare laces noose tied,
forsaken footwear’s silent echoes
of ghettoes quickly cleared.
A million steps that led to death.
In moving epitaph to abandoned hope,
a pile of battered suitcases
bare the hasty scrawls of human beings
I’ll never know:
Klara Goldstein,
Peter Eisler,
Olga Kornfeld.
A lost property office
for the Lost.
Reaching out, ten thousand spectacles
watch me through a window,
peer deep into my soul, tug heartstrings
to my conscience,
these twisted frames,
the ultimate victims
of a twisted ideology.
One thousand lives
Extinguished
Every
Single
Day
Black Ghettoes
So now they are burning down small shop
they use daily use in rightful anger.
The police are mostly white in a black neighbourhood
which does not goes down well
Bloody guns you may say, but everyone is armed.
But my thought was of the poor black people which
now have to go a long way to shop, since it appears
they burnt down their own cars too.
It seems to me Afro-Americans have sunk into
a hole of delayed slavery depression, and struggle to
get up and fight back, not with guns, but education.
Black young man with pistol wants the good things
in life, but only find early death or a prison cell.
Pandering to this we must not, there is a limit
even for grave historical injustices, it is time to break
the chains of the past and be free men again.
COPLA CINCUENTA Y UNO: This Bad Guy World
Evil pounces on the defenceless
The covert path beckons the Bad Guy:
Pollutes pure blood
Watch how the Bad Guys congregate unless
Good Guys en bloc block Bad Guy ploy:
Altar sacred
When plots are hatched covered with lies
With Security Council vetoes:
Who sucks profits
All trussed up by treacherous spies
Truth’s smothered in accursed ghettoes:
Rich man’s glove fits
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Echoes of Ghettoes
Sirens and No Silence
A baby cries and more violence
Suffering and Singing
Struggling and Sacrifice
Terrible yesterday, and a Better
tommorow
Today the same story
fame, glory
power, pain, and problems
came for me
yet with so much controversy
The Lord shows mercy
A place where real love
is continually shown
giving hope to the eyes that mourn