Blown glass heart slowly expanding.
With every breath they choose to lend you.
Pouring their heaviest selves into you.
You're quickly contracting while they're resting.
Shaping you into a vessel of misuse.
Blown glass heart cooling and cracking.
Timeless masterpiece shattering.
The fillers spilling out, red-faced and laughing.
No blowers left to be found
no lenders of breaths
no fillers of vessels
no more compounding interest
no angel to sweep you from the abyss.
The heart is still there, though in mosaic.
Your beauty was never in how they seesawed you
but how you see, saw you.
Life's beating mosaic in cornflower blue.
They promised that the debt would fade away
So students took the path they thought was right,
To study and find our scholastic way,
To keep our country's future burning bright.
Americans with good minds, sharp and free,
Where cowboys read of heroes in their books,
Cowgirls build homes for all to see,
Beyond the vanity of shallow looks.
But college dreams have turned to heavy lead,
All races and ethnicities in deep.
The interest grows while workers lose their bread.
The promises the lenders didn't keep.
From Texas plains to Floridian sun,
The SAVE plan starts the freedom we should've won.
When you borrow money you never stay paid
Some lenders you seem to owe until you hit the grave
They become that extra bill you didn't want in the place
Trying to pay them back and not to make them chase
In a system that causes us to borrow from one to pay another
Almost makes you want to refuse any help given and to suffer
It seems as though you have to report your movements in life
Explaining every detail if your payment isn't right
It doesn't matter if you have paid on time in the past
They seem to want their money back and want it back fast
Each week worked for you're trying harder to get out of debt
Receiving your check wishing your gross amount was your net
You ever been trapped in a maze and can't find your way out
That's what borrowing would lead to so never take that route
Destruction, thy name is wrath!
By God, do the math!
Walk thee down the warrior's path?
Take a bloody bath!
Chunks of bodies broken?
A fight! To reason stand!
What hath Hell awoken?
O Hel, call thy warband!
Twilight of the elder race?
Blast off into space!
Tortoise, polish carapace!
For agony brace!
What goals see tomorrow?
I'll bet I know a few.
Beggar, can ye borrow?
O money lenders, mew!
Thunder, roll for pity's sake!
How much can we take?
O for vampires on the stake!
Heart within all, break!
Dragons move in armies?
Only once in a while.
Witches, cast thy charm, please.
What need have we of guile?
Moving on? Just sac the pawn.
Blow the end a kiss.
Morning, hast thou need of dawn?
Serpents, time to hiss.
Choices. How they haunt us!
Another place and time!
Bongo drums for blunderbuss?
Cold confusion. Crime...
ODE TO MONEYLENDERS
Oh, what designs can one possess
Lending succour to those with naught
Such desperate need one must confess
And how hard one must have fought
When courtesy has no more currency
With those to whom one is indebted
And there is a sad loss of coherency
Then additional loans must be netted
Limited choices never were the best
Yet lenders all may seem attractive
In selecting just one from all the rest
One does have to be quite proactive
Yet each time, the first steps are easy
Later payments getting ever harder
Mounting dues can make one queasy
It can be hunger and an empty larder
Interest becomes the pound of flesh
With debts spiralling out of control
Raw need and sympathy never mesh
As timely repayment is ever the goal
Whether institutional or private loan
More than money may be involved
Property as capital soon sets the tone
And any timely exit is rarely solved
Pleasant outcomes appear quite rare
Borrowing is always a slippery slope
With risk of ending in a pit of despair
And yet for some, there is still hope
At first, Henry did not grasp a thing:
The look in Sam’s eyes at that moment.
Was it trying to some warning bell ring
And its stark rebuff reward with ailment?
In it Henry sensed, at last, full danger
At mood’s good study not a full stranger…
There was a drowning man in Sam’s eyes
While he held out a challenging take-prize
“Yeah, you love who says business and means it:
They’re the ones you may trust every minute…”
“And shoots him who stays long with my big cash:
For there are banks in which I could it stash.”
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
Tale of two Cracks
__________________
Farmers Heel crack
S C R E A Ms
Bountiful harvest
is no time to rest
From Farm to Market
Middlemen exploit
Money lenders squeeze
Scheme benefit vanishes
Bumper crops
finally yield cropped price
Farmers lugged
on soil to survive
But best efforts
and worst System
cracked their hopes
created cavities on heels
Unable to crack
mystery of destiny
hung by rope on tree
World calls it suicide
But is a murder
abetted by apathy of society
Land Peel crack
S C R E A Ms
Ecology cycle of
Water-Vapour-Clouds-Rain
callously breached
Depleting water table
meagre network of irrigation
leaving soil parched
Brittle cracked pieces of soil
sliced sand gasping for life
Disregard for Environment
causing floods, famines
drenching, dehydrating soil
depleting nutritious layer
fertile land turning barren
Earth suffers miscarriage
feeding bosom dries
Blossom dies
Flora and Fauna cries
World calls it Natural calamity
But is ecology's murder
abetted by humans antipathy
____________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta
It is a business truth
And transformer of lenders into Ruth
Who have been infamous Shylock
Or a hesitant safe with lock ...
A borrower to soften his voice
And watch its magic
By far more helpful than a cobra’s poise
Or Insistent Logic;
A lender’s lost key to his savings booth
Quietly warranting a hammer or Jaguar’s tooth
The voice of the badly broke
When penury has begun to choke
Should be often tender
To the rescuing lender
The broke an unconditional blender
For the service lender has to render.
Having waited for long after hard laboring,
Tilling, planting, manuring and irrigating;
Keeping stray animals away from grazing them,
Protecting them from dangers, as though, costly gem;
Treating the illnesses of better-half who's weak,
Pleasing the moods of kids, who fun and frolics seek;
Eating sometimes; evading timely food, often,
Pleading the money-lenders their hearts to soften;
Weeding the field frequently when it's so needed,
Cleansing, spraying pesticides when it's thus weeded;
Drizzles, hailstones and storms visit the fields, betwixt,
Tending the fallen plants, he gets the problems fixed;
Thus, midst mounting temptations and tribulations,
When his hopes reach their zenith of expectations;
Floods unforeseen, when whole year's livelihood destroy,
He stands calm, yet, facing forces of pain and joy...!
15 March 2022
The story of the young Jesus
Jesus was sceptical of his tribe as a trainee carpenter
he was lousy, could even make a bookshelf, he was bullied for this.
Jesus took umbrage and criticized the establishment of bootlicking priests
whom the Roman occupiers had given them power?
He took to hanging out with a group of radicals of the day
and since he was good with words soon became their leaders.
The groupies, one of the Magdalene, were for the pleasure of the flesh,
although Jesus was fond of this woman, he didn´t show it openly.
Jesus got big-headed thought he could take on the establishment
like when he chased money lenders out of the church.
He was wrong!
He was arrested mocked, and given a thorn crown, but he insisted
he was the proper leader of the people.
they crucified him, but women come to the rescue, healed his wounds
and sent him and Magdalen, the despised tart, to France.
He had seven children and ended his days as a valued goldsmith.
Calendars
Like bank lenders
Lending date products
Per head all in spread
Again and again
Since birth to death
Say life time
Once in a year
Quarter day in success
In Four years a day in excess
Lending date products
Calendars
When I grow up, I want to be
President of my country
Or maybe I'll be a public defender
To fight injustice, and predatory lenders
Perhaps a doctor without borders I'll be
Saving lives of poor people for free
I might even become an urban engineer
Designing safe cities to live in, without any fear
Of course, I haven't yet mentioned becoming wealthy
Or devoting my life to staying fit and healthy
But of all the choices ever presented to me
"Parent" has never been in any of the categories
none other than that...
forgot on remembering
is responsible
so what be the end...
being it was just a dream
that is the problem
i heard you laughing...
outside my door at some joke
but you're not nervous
a situation
clearly speaking otherwise
it just a lost cause
the others first place
out of ten and yours is last
just some written fate
money lenders frown
these odds speak of avalanche
and freak money wins
the lotteries not yours
and the whole point of this is
disappearing now
stan sand
The Art of the spoken word
Is east
Jerusalem
Ornate
Probate of the money lenders
Who tender purity and security
For a price
Gods children are willing to pay
Because they are the sheep
On which the idol's seek
Prohibition
The body and the blood
Never knowingly
Roots are tales
Into the afterlives
Slave's integrate
At the table of former master's
Free at last
Free at last
If only my children could see me now
It would all be worth while
My Child
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