I see him being beaten
kicked
trampled
strangled
and
finally
killed
I keep quiet
because -
this was for the freedom of these
who beat, kick, trample, strangle,
and kill others now
and for these
who are beaten, kicked, trampled, strangled
my forefathers gave their lives
and died
earlier
and
this fallen one…
who is beaten, kicked, trampled, and strangled
has been cheering for
these hooligans
once
the wretched burnt-orange sun
beats down on my broken car
as she thumps mindlessly through potholes
with windows down
we gaze at clowns
and the derelicts
and the dirty tricks
as they crawl
across the pavement
the lively beauties walk
amongst jackasses and Gemini's
confused hooligans steal
from random pedestrians
to feed addictions
fulfilling a need, though
they mean you no harm, indeed
despite their transgressions
we're all devoured
by our own deceptions
now we call them thugs
they used to be hoods or hooligans
home invasions are their new playgrounds
selfish narcissistic dangerous creeps
no matter what we call them
RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak.
Lynch my body
Pinch my soul
Punch my pride
Drench my blood
Staunch be your henchmen
Bunch of bigoted hooligans
Flinch us they from progress
Wrench us they from justice
Exhaust every trick in your bag
Pull every arrow off your quiver
Bribe your cheerleaders forever
Swing your dagger far and deeper
Behold! Destiny’s Wheel will one day turn
In your own inferno shall you burn
Hate will then find no buyers
Fade shall every Fake Soothsayers
Rama’s Rajya will then re-assign
Love and equality will re-reign
Unity and Diversity will re-align
Tolerance will do India define
***
(From the anthology, Mantra of the Oppressed, available on Amazon.)
Overcrowded prisons,
brings joy to early released criminals.
Taxpayers may be happy,
but there's predators at playgrounds,
rapists at bars,
stalkers, stalking,
violent hooligans back at matches,
abusers contacting their exes,
jealous lovers beating new spouses.
Mobs on the streets,
will only bring mayhem,
unless vigilantes rise,
whilst the police hide.
Who will protect the traumatised victims?
Squawking you awake
feathered seaside hooligans
Watch out for your chips!
Gluttonous screen helpings of
‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’
Lime boombox with Madonna singing,
‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’
Bread and butter of a pig tail soul;
My base bricks, these memories built me;
Grew up drawn to creativity,
carved my yearbook space unequivocally;
Walked with sweet n’ sour hooligans
who chose to live life differently;
Relentless teen of the DMV,
I learned the ropes on the trains of the city;
A poet with a head full of dreams,
and some of them I have made come true;
Ever changing but my roots are strong,
adaptable but loyal I forever stay;
Illuminating that smile I wore as a kid
are all the core memories that built me.
The bare branches were shaking,
twigs rattled like ill-fitting teeth.
I thought:
'any moment now
the coal black lumpiness of them
will break a bough,
and all tumble down or up,
creating sky-slides of avian tumult'.
They jousted at each other,
clattering their sharp quilled feathers
like angry Black Knights.
The very air shook as they bounced,
up and down
imitating hooligans on a drunken spree -
rowdy 'caws' assaulting all ears.
Then,
in a sudden spray of alarmed confusion
they scattered, wheeling away,
in every direction.
From behind a thick-glass window,
someone must have muttered:
Shoo!
Started simply sustained systematically
Sorted out. Out of bounds boisterously
Bombarding bombing bombastic know how.
How the hooligans hounded the whole house.
Whole house stood on stilts.
Stilts, still Waters never dry.
Dry not to drought
Drought today pray it be tomorrow's
River. River? So how was horrendous
Waters run high. High above what was.
Was dengue fever subsided so
Scientifically speaking the dam
Had burst water up high.
High up to spaces never seen
Then it rained.
Feathered friends flying high
To perch upon evergreens.
Evergreens are sacred.
Now you know.
Excellently Exceptional say all
Words ending exploiting those
Efficiently ending in enders echoes
Etching out effecters effortly ends
With intended specialty especially
Enders game.
Game ending
Check mate
We want all Democrats to behave
As though they truly and genuinely believe
In a True Democracy
Stop at once the nasty hypocrisy.
Oh! Let the republicans behave
Like they belong in frumpy old cans
Of lies, insurrections, nightmares, hooligans
And right-wing fans who crave and rave.
We want good and credible elections
Not biased and absurd selections
We want Real Democracy.
We want Justice, Freedom and Liberty
For all conscientious and legal voters
In power, we want truth tellers, not liars.
Copyright © October 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
the horse of dreams
I never had a rocking horse, but having read
about rich kids having one, I wanted one too.
On a dump, I found the tail of a rocking horse
fastened the end to the gate into the yard.
Sitting on the gate, swinging through and thro
and for a moment, I was Hoppalong Cassidy
till the hinges broke, I fell off.
The owner of the property swore, thought
it was the work of hooligans.
Years late, mother found the horsetail behind
the wardrobe, by then I was grown up
and didn’t bother with childish things.
Cultured, refined, and polished gentlemen?
A thing
of the past.
Vulgar, brash, and shameless hooligans?
Welcome
to the modern cool.
Elegant, demure, and graceful women?
Controlled,
imprisoned, and confined.
Immodest, wanton, and uncouth ratchets?
Empowered,
free, and smart.
Who's hands are you
playing into?
It's funny
how
'feminisim'
and 'empowered women'
is a trick
to further please
male eyes.
Don't be
fooled.
Society is killing
itself.
Wake up,
before -
It's too late.
Armed to kill with their guns and batons,
How can we defend ourselves against them,
Hooligans in uniforms with weapons,
Police preaching peace and protection,
Yet proving themselves a constant contradiction,
As they beat up defenseless innocence,
And are feared by the mayority of the nation.
Who protects the people from the police?
Why are violent thugs given authority?
We give them the power, we let them be,
Turn a blind eye when your friend leaves the cells,
Battered, bruised, black and blue,
No questioning the law, too scared to sue,
There would be less danger on the streets,
If we unarmed the police,
If we took back our own authority, of our lives,
Realise that its our choice,
To continue believing the hype,
Why should we live in fear and lose our independence?
I refuse to abide when I dont agree,
I refuse to conform,
How can it be a crime to disobey,
This means that we are slaves?
Freewill is inexistent nowadays,
I wouldnt want to bring a child to this world,
Where infants are anulled to become consumers,
Slaves who keep the cog turning...
Its sad, but we are born into a prison.
I never had a rocking-horse
Having read books of rich boys having one, I wanted one too.
I found the tail of a rocking horse, at home, I fastened the tail on the gate into the yard.
I sat on the gate swinging through and thro and for a moment
I was Hopalong Cassidy till the hinges broke and I fell off.
There was no witness to my ignominy.
I removed the tail, the gate had nothing to do with me.
The owner of the property swore said it was the work
of hooligans.
Years later, mother found the tail behind the wardrobe
by then I was nearly an adult and didn´t bother about childish things
Today...
I watched in horror as insurrectionists,
[hooligans and terrorists]
stormed our nation's capital.
While chaos reigned, I was afraid
our republic was slipping away
at the hands of a radical few.
I feared this nation might perish
like democracies of ages past
for lack of patriotic courage.
I wondered if America would ever sing
again the songs of liberty,
know the peace of unity.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Revised and Edited on January 17, 2021
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