Now is the winter of our discontent:
evicted Tuesday – couldn’t pay the rent.
No consolation bourbon – dough’s all spent.
Can’t call the helpline. Haven’t got a cent.
Cops busted me for “Lurking Within Tent”
- now sleeping on Duluth hoosegow cement.
My grandpa, Richard: and my dad – absurd
that they should call me Richard (Dick the Tird).
My ex so named me, as she flipped the bird.
I’m so unlucky, bums think I’m a kurd!
I’ve fewer teeth now than a hobo’s comb.
When I get out, the fresh air is my home.
So tell me, White House – where’s my Golden Dome?
Do what you will – but don’t send Kristi Noem!
I am sick of a world where people say that they care
And then build up their walls and pull down the tents
Of the poor and the weak whose only intent is
Survival and those whose only hope is
Our common humanity from our common creation
Though we change the names and the colour of faces
And define our homes as different places
We are not different races - our DNA traces
Our common humanity and our common relations.
And the shame of our common history shows
That the death camps of Auschwitz and
Genocide in Rwanda and the plight of Rohingas that flee
From the soldiers, and the flight of the Christians
From IS in Iraq or the fight of First Nations just to be
Free, recognised and valued as people -that these
Are our history too and the death of a Kurd
Or a transgender sister or the rape of a child
Or abuse of all types at all times in all places
These are just as wild and just as plain wrong
An offence to the divinity of our common humanity.
What else is there to say.
Kim Helen James
27/1/2018
A nerd slurred a word unheard, to be his preferred password.
A bird flew over a furred herd, be-gird by a Kurd.
He stirred and blurred, to a curd a third of turd.
But undeterred he spurred the transferred word, to be heard and conferred.
To reword the inferred referred word, to be deferred is just absurd.
the deeper thought behind mere words,
the wey is cast out with the kurd,
in spirit another way absurd,
but all of it ok!!!...
Don
Let’s quickly massacre our children.
Overcut the soft dewlap with a sharp metal and breathe out.
Deeply breathe out.
Breathe out and let out:
All our dreamless night;
Our tiredness of nothing;
As if we are sinking the white ships in the past;
As if we declined an eyelash,
On another side of the river bank
There are slums and Kurd woman
With a baby on her filthy breast
Drags sorrow in the colourful rags
“Pedro, Donaldo,
Donaldo, Perdo, Pedro”...
Drags. Shouts.
But “we” are hurrying home
With a smile on the face
Bringing to our children,
Colourful roads, residues offered by life
As if a chewing gum is other’s homeland.
As if a homeland is just this alkali lake of tears (which)
In exchange for ”Keva,” (a chewing gum)could not been bought for our child,
Never leaves us alone and conceals the past.
SADDAM'S TRIAL
[HUMOROUS POEM ]
BY NANDLAL KANJIBHAI PANCHOLI
''Who brought me to this cage?'
Roars the dictator with rage
Then says in a firm voice
'I'm free and have my choice'
So I do not obey this court
Which judicial norms distort
{pointing to Moammad Amin}
'I hold this Kurd as my subject
And most vehemently object
His right to adjudicate'
'For Kurds are but naive and dunce
What do they know
About jurisprudence?'
'I crushed them,curbed their insurgence
subjugating them at once
Now this upstart Kurd has audacity
To ask me my identity?'
'Who gave him such authority
Asubject asking the king his name
Amatter of utmost shame!'
'Deeming this insubordination
As an act of treason
I can inflict on him punishment most dreaded
By getting him publicly beheaded'
'And how am I to be brought
Under the purview of this Kurdish Court ?
Where both the plaintiff and judge are Kurdish lot'
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