Long Labourers Poems

"Hello, can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can hear you. Speak forth to my ears."
"Now drop your ears to my mouth and hear, brother"
"Ok, here they are"
" I have been betrayed at the backyard and only...

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1.

On the 27th day of April in 
Nineteen Ninety-Four,

Freedom was won, at long last.

The battles were many, the foe 
brutal,

Apartheid tore our southern tip 
of the continent of Africa apart,

it’s notions of racial-superiority,

its religious fundamentalism,

its...

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Conquering Normans in siege they lay
waste to all England
to pillage and slay.

William the Conqueror rode overland
with nobles and ladies
of high ranking band.

Surveying all territories with equal measure
His decision unanimous,
and at his leisure

Decided on Londinium, the...

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They walked...and they walked! 
             prolonged stretches of a disastrous journey -  
           ...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXVIII

            for Suzanne DELANEY, in appreciation

(Prelude: CAN THE WRONG MAN BE RIGHT ? ABSOLUTELY ! 
If only he...

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The Bass Strait sealing rush began in eighteen-o-three,
where at least a dozen vessels were wrestling with the sea,
for the China trade was booming, for the want of skins and oils.
This was the first real export,...

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Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza, just along the Gaza strip
But those Israeli's being what they are I thought my sales could take a dip

So, I thought I'd build a set of...

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September 25 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 10-11

Key Verse – Luke 10:2 Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord...

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Little Santa Helpers

Santa has outsourced his services to child labourers from Bangladesh they
                      ...

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A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers Manor, testament to time.

I’m heading for the ancient Hollow Way
Where...

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The urge 

For we been equipped fellow citizens of 
Motherland, Africa she sang of, Poetic is 
It justice? just ice frosting dreams, hopes
Parliament a breeding citadel of perverse 
Codes that terms us labourers in our...

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Tell me again
This wealth you gasp and clamour for
This strategy you wield
From the invincible substratum
Where the hunt pursues the frenzied heart
And the congestive traffic of arteriosclerosis 
For what do you deal
The long evenings swinging on...

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Kiss of Judas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le Baiser de Judas by T. Wignesan

In our century where one sells father and mother
Husband his wife and wife her husband
And who doesn’t with ease dispose the only...

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Monkey business


“I say how about
breakfast at The New Farmer’s”


Our day of picking and consuming done
no hunger induced nightmares, we rest dusk to dawn
check on the young ones. Are we all here?
tomorrow we return for another...

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Let’s express loving touch power
delighting every family member
marked by trust we can offer
securing home with peace-cover 
against infidelity wrecker.
 
Let’s show respect-touch in our truth-declaration
as we strive to build lives with dedication
teaching along virtuous instruction
nurturing...

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and...

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Childhood.
I read, in a newspaper, with following black white &  photo  
of children used as slave labourers many years ago, I was
one of them, but I didn’t share the misery described. 
I was...

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I stand here, grateful to God for calling me to be a teacher
enabled to be a life-builder by His grace and love
blessed to help shape grand future with His might
privileged to lead toward enlightenment by...

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My mobile is a purple turtle. Made in Red China by brain dead slave labourers. It has some wonderful features. These include: 

Free TV. Pull up the delicate aerial and away you go. Ten channels...

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I didn’t see Alhaji Sule, the big contractor
Though he is a sponsor with a huge stake in government.
I didn’t see Chief Ade the financial banker
Though he is well-versed on political palavers.
I didn’t see Mazi Eze...

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The People we don’t want to know. 

From pay check to pay check many working class people have two jobs,
 then it all dries up and there is no work and manual labourers are 
called...

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Oh lord! Please answer to my questions

 Why is there sorrow everywhere?


Why men gain superiority


While women shiver sheathless in the utter winter?


They say children are God’s angels


Then why do the little angels sleep hungry and...

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With divine joy midst assessment of my stewardship endeavour, let me share
this spiritual download as soul of mine meditates on God's work along intrapersonal dialogue exposing faith and charity that uphold my ministry:
 
“Wow! Congratulations...

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MY NAME IS KAIZEN

Bullet oiled with knowledge
Hearts smitten with purpose
As a thin of air, we marched into the street of kaizen
The harvest is cream and green.
We the labourers with our intellectual machetes,
Made and manufactured by...

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Standing on the mountain of Kilimanjaro,
Enduring hardship for centuries,
Forcefully uprooted from Savannah,
And crying for the moribund race.

Remembering the bootless slavery,
Discourteously displaced and separated from loved ones.
Instill in us, disdain and dishonor.

Many dreams crumbled,
Hmm! Dreams were...

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