Long Indigence Poems
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A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
Written: September 09, 2023
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In the area of dominion, where elitism wields
Altruism flickers as a beam of light in the field.
Some may consider this a sort of implausibility.
Yet, verity and equity will steer our ability.
Such as the animism axiom in every soul,
We strive for fairness to impel us whole.
Opulence and wealth may blind the eye.
But optimism onslaught will never die.
In the realm of idealism, we descry our stem,
A scarcity of tolerance we must condemn.
For in the recesses of our staggering minds,
We beget the power to endow kind.
People gleam with optimism and bliss.
Yet vanity often convoys to amiss.
Sailing through zeal with mounting tension,
Violence mutates the soul's contention.
Happiness and bitterness tread hand in hand.
On the edge of hunger in an indigence-stricken land.
The clamor for a vindicatory grapple grows.
As the judiciary leverage properly flows.
In a peaceful realm, such as a jay in flight,
Litigate we must, to ensure equity is right.
With clemency and clairvoyance, we shall proceed.
To rectify the wrongs that have been decreed.
Verity shall not be obstructed or bent.
On the judicatory bench, our judgment is sent.
In summary and contradictory, we may find,
But punitive endeavors must be flung behind.
Nemesis will not be our disservice.
A pacific arbitrator, we shall preserve.
In the realm of justice, unjust acts we blame.
Retribution and vengeance have no way to tame.
Inquisition dwells as the dictated route.
To cinch that every wrong is suitably tried.
In the pursuit of verity, we shall never hide.
The loop of equity is our gentle stride.
After countless years, the clamor will rise.
The bench and justice grasp people's cries.
With a judgment that is fair and true,
We strive to beget a world anew.
Despite how brief and conflicting it seems,
A punitory nemesis is not our dream.
Instead, we seek a pacific resolve,
An arbiter who might judge and absolve.
The voices of the poor and or poverty ridden cry out from the lopsided political swamps for help or some kind of meagre assistance.
Drowning in the quagmire of neglect from the rich 1percent.
Totally ignored. The Rich are either delibertaley ignorant of their plight
Or they just don't care.
The Rich force them to take so called vaccines which poison them
and make them sick. And kill them. In order to keep a job, or to travel.
Experimental gene therapy.
Now surely that must be what they mean by draining the swamp.
Again the rich keep on abandonning them in every which way.
So the remain downtrodden, oppressed and victimised.
Crying out and bleeding in vain. In a mire of Pain.
Unnoticed tears keep running down their weary faces.
The beat goes on, no concern for the voices from the samps of Poverty.
Penury, Destitution, Indigence, deprivation, Depravity, want, need, hardship,
repeating Deaths, fast funerals, fast and furious and often.
Pandemic, Plandemic.
Bare, Mere sufferers like the straving dying children of Gaza.
They treat us worse even than animals.
Sometimes the innocent just have to pay.
It's A part of Life---A part of death,
Nobody hears, nobody listens. Cries fall on deaf ears.
My Message to the guilty---the transgressors, Try to do something quick
To alleviate or mitigate the cries, tears and crosses from the swamp
Which go unherad or unheeded but abandonned.
There is only a deafening Silence.
Advantage never dies. It always prevail.
It's always the same. Itv always goes the same way.
They never seem to care.
First, settle your differences
with those whom you love
Pay any debts you owe
down here or above
Greet everyone you see
with a cheerful 'How-do'
and a smile from your heart
that's 'genuine you'
Make sure to call those
who live far away
who've grown remote, but
helped you 'back in the day'
Give a few bucks
to the homeless you see
Pray to God their souls
from indigence be free
Don't neglect to remove trash
that bars people's way
If you don't do it now
it won't get done today
Then when you're so tired
you need to nap for an hour
Pray your heart out to God
Ask Him for more power ...
He was raised by different indigenes,
After being embedded in specialized tissue,
Those moments were tough,
And in fact, it wasn`t easy for the mum,
Did you recall that point the dad was contemplating in hard times?
That was all about their child’s successfulness to arrive in a failing world,
Perhaps, the couples never stationed their class on dignation and confidence,
Because all over their positions were seen panic and indigence,
From the prime time of their worthiness,
The family had their story written on board of joy and gratefulness,
Effort opened door for the child to be learned,
The child was impelled to stay victorious bit by bit when knew she was grabbing a career she always altered,
Like a joke said by a drunkard, it was just a meep rimmed,
Panting untimely was due to dribbles from blowing wind,
New season arrived when the family got asserted to be placed on broken home,
Everyone had no choice than to feel alone,
Except the child who chose to climb the ladder before she broke her heart bone,
The ladder was “drug addiction life”,
It was “immoral life”’
Then what else?
“Desertion”, that was the significance of the ladder,
On a wrong path the child walked, joined a queue that laid a faulty hand making her a blunderer,
Who advocated a topic of caring for her?
Nobody searched for her whereabouts,
Since both parents were remarried, she was left in a drought,
It`s very sad, because her life turned into a bout,
After sojourning in vagrancy,
She was shot on the field of robbery,
And now her body is still in the morgue,
Whilst investigators inquire about what went wrong.
But who deserves the blame?