Long Recruitment Poems
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The lure of lucrative jobs
In foreign lands
Excites desperate souls
As they see a better future
Than in their homeland
Recruitment agencies
Operate from shady joints
Promising dream jobs
With perquisites to match
For these gullible customers
Human traffickers
Pose as messiahs
Enticing innocent candidates
From rural areas
With tempting proposals
Once on board,
They exploit the poor souls
By confiscating
Their travel documents
And short-selling their skills
They are not petty criminals
It is a well-oiled machinery
That perpetrates
And perpetuates
Such atrocities on migrant labour
Many agencies chip in
To run this recruitment mafia,
Negligent government agencies
And casual outlook of courts
Add to their woes
The hapless victims
Pay a heavy price
And get sucked into the vortex
Of a vicious circle
They did not bargain for
Nature did not unleash her terror on us
as it did with Noto, Haiti, or the Indian Ocean.
We abuse nature with the stamp of leadership which impedes lives,
causing artificial stampedes of hunger, worse than nature's disasters.
Quakes of human stampedes everywhere!
Ibadan free funfair stampede
Okija and Abuja free rice distribution stampedes
are only where the lens focused, away from the state of national stampedes.
Here in Ibie, twenty families scuffle over a bag of rice
Rice, a symbol of survival for the masses; ego, and popularity for the mighty.
Stampede here, there, everywhere!
The stomach infrastructure of the masses tremored to collapse
Despite the labour and service of strength.
The gourmandizers and political merchants are often quick
To the momentary rescue with 5, 10, 50kgs of rice, and a holiday
The trajectory of our 21st-century polity and popular leadership.
They said the organizers lack crowd-control measures
But there are stampedes in everything, everywhere, and every day
Price stampedes, fuel stampedes, recruitment stampedes
Religious stampedes, security stampedes, bank stampedes...!
For the masses, stampede stems from their lack and inadequacy;
for the rulers and rich, it stems from greed and ego.
No to leaders who trade our manhood in exchange for free rice.
Man must not live by charity alone but by every opportunity to earn his keep
Or what does it profit a man to gain 5kg of rice and suffer the loss of his life?
When will the rice-sharing era be over and every man earn enough for himself?
When I was a little girl
My grandfather had a tin
With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid
It was what he kept his medals in
He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred
And I asked him what they were
He said the nineteen fourteen star, the British war medal and the Victory medal
From World War One, but they're not rare
He told me his war memories
Could fill many a page
Then said he’d been recruited
Even though he was underage
He told me he’d had a shock
When on the internet he'd seen
That a quarter of a million young men had signed up
All under the age of eighteen
He said recruits had a medical
To make sure they were fit to fight
They must have a minimum chest size of thirty-four inches
And five feet three was the minimum height
He told me he’d heard something
That had really filled him with rage
That recruitment officers got two shillings and sixpence
If they turned a blind eye to someone under-age
He added that he and some old army friends
Used to spend hours chatting on a bench
Recalling a soldier they’d known
Too short to see over the edge of the trench
My granda had asked his friend, a fourteen year old recruit
What on earth he’d signed up for
He reluctantly replied he had clamoured
For the excitement of fighting in a war
He told them of my father’s brother
Who had been the first born son
Blown to pieces at fifteen
Recruited by passing for twenty-one
He didn't survive to get medals
His parents thought of him as brave
Many times since then
I have visited his grave
No remains are buried
Just a plaque that bears his name
A list of lives that were lost
No bodies left to claim
He also told them about the time
That my late Grandma spent
Visiting her beloved Alexander
As he lay in a fever tent
He had typhoid fever
And he managed to survive
The doctors and nurses told her
He was very lucky to be alive
My grandfather would tell war stories
That would chill you to the core
Tales of the atrocities
And casualties of war
Beyond the imposing and the high iron gate
The picturesque setting of the Oxford University
Situates the hedonistic oriented Bullingdon Club
Founded more than 200 years ago.
The socially exclusive students get the invitation
To join the Club as its elite members
Many of whom have attained prominence
And position of power in Britain’s political arena.
The ill-famed Club is known for
Its wealthy members and their notorious behavior
Partaking in the boisterous rituals such as
Vandalizing restaurants and students’ rooms.
The Club’s colors are sky blue and shining ivory
Seen on the tailcoats the members wear
For the annual dinner where the drunken revelers
Greet each other chanting “buller, buller, buller”.
The Club has survived the roller-coaster ride
Lurching between frequent recruitment crises
And nearly facing the shut down
But the buller has a way of bouncing back.
The distinctiveness of its haughty members
Reflected in their one-upmanship attitude
Took them to eminence along the tough tracks
The outside world is skeptic about their dubious traits.
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April 7, 2023
Contest : Bullingdon Boys
Spoinsored by : Joe Maverick
Your country needs you lads, let Lord Kitchener tell you more
Come forward, join the ranks and we’ll send you off to war
You’re fighting for salvation; you’ve got Jesus on your side
Remember that in battle; let the shepherd be your guide
Join up with your pals lads and march in time with pride
You’re Ulster Presbyterians, so, the lord with you abide
We’ll muster at the Shipyard so that everyone can see
Then continue to the Farmyards and the local Factory
You’re young, or even younger, than the army will allow
You look a little older since you smoke tobacco now
We’ll put you in a uniform and show you how to drill
We’ll teach you to be brave and then train you how to kill
Say goodbye to your family and prepare to sail away
You’ll fall in on the Western front and join the great affray
Although you may be seventeen, we’ve made you into men
Yet most of you will never see your mothers face again
How Religions Come to Pass
By Franklin Price
2/24/2015
It's interesting how religions are made to come to pass
Whether from a fortune teller's cards crystal ball or looking glass
From the Bible or the Koran from Jesus Christ Mohammed too
All it takes is one believing then convincing more anew
Establishing a following who have feelings they belong
And soon there's not just one or two they've turned into a throng
The recruitment of the grasping ones lost and wondering
Searching for some happiness a song that they can sing
You are my brothers and my sisters and if you will follow me
What I believe will save your soul for all eternity
Will resolve unanswered questions of what life is all about
Will fill your life with happiness and resolve your every doubt
Many sources offer this say we are the only way
You will be lost forever if you don't come with us today
Some do this with kindness while others threaten harm
Either way the choice is yours so I'm raising this alarm
Mankind is both blessed and cursed with much intelligence
Magnetic leaders right or wrong try to lead us through the fence
Evaluate the options and before you make a choice
Think about your fellow man and think about his voice
You have the right to happiness all others have it too
Choose a belief that honors that for those others could be you
Teachings that use violence to prove the words they say
Makes no sense to me at all should not be in the world today
Religion's for the living what it should offer to us all
Should be comfort when we're down and a pick up when we fall
Consideration for all others and to help our fellow man
If we believe and honor that we're really doing all we can
Choose a belief that gives you comfort and others the right to choose
What you believe should be your choice for you to win or lose
Although you may believe them wrong if they don't choose your way
It is their choice as it was yours we'll see who's right our dying day
Ah, behold
Prince William in uniform,
chiseled chin held high under ceremonial sunlight,
a speech polished like his medals,
echoing across parade grounds
as cameras hum like obedient bees.
“Duty, honor, courage,”
he proclaims,
as if reading from an antique scroll
dusted off for dramatic effect.
Crowds swoon.
Generals nod.
Newspapers burst into patriotic confetti.
And somewhere, in mahogany offices,
other leaders lean forward—
inspired, invigorated,
tugging at their tailored lapels,
murmuring, “Yes, yes, it’s time I put on a uniform too.”
What a pageant!
Suitors of war now march with princely conviction,
banners of legacy fluttering in the breeze of manufactured glory.
Recruitment numbers spike,
missile budgets blossom,
and drones, oh so dutiful,
take flight with newfound moral purpose.
Peace?
A quaint notion—
better saved for museum plaques and children's books.
The Prince has spoken.
The machinery whirs louder,
oiled by rhetoric,
driven by legacy,
and crowned by applause.
PORTFOLIO CAREER
One could say I’ve had a portfolio career
Starting off researching in pharmacology
Slow solid progress, but make no apology
But no drug found to save mankind, I fear
I dallied with training some clients to drive
I also designed a machine to analyse EEG
Otherwise known as brainwaves, you see
But it was for other goals I had to strive
Then I became part of the computer age
A wondrous time of so much innovation
Application software, fourth generation
Business calculations leaping off the page
Of the financial markets, I heeded the call
Directing projects for banking worldwide
Such an unreal environment, but I tried
Yet city pinstripes never suited me at all
I managed services for the criminally insane
Or at least those with a psychiatric history
But even the medical staff posed a mystery
I left in time, and never worked there again
Then staff recruitment in the public sector
Sourcing talent nationally and also USA
Social workers, both the blue and the grey
Another business where I was the director
But there was just time for more consulting
Social care projects, promoting prevention
And saving public money, a worthy intention
Clients’ reversion to old think, often insulting
Then finally came my decision to walk away
Retirement, with time for travel and writing
Letting out all that poetry inside was inviting
Almost five thousand by the end of the day
One Summer night, just around dawn
A Motley Crew came to town
But there was something that filled with dread
They were all very dead.
The folk scattered to all sides
Escaping dead of all kinds
Skeletons and Zombies too
Some jokingly howling "Booo".
And so madness has begun
"Scaring people is so fun!"
"We will get you very soon!"
Roared the monsters to the tune
Of screams and chaos all around
This small and usually tranquil town.
With each bite their numbers grew
That's recruitment for this Crew
People hid, where they could
Be it house or shack of wood
Makeshift weapons were made in haste
No deadly object thrown to waste
Every owner of a gun
Got a chance of crazy fun
Those that were too scared to fight
Begged the others with all might
"Someone call an exorcist!"
"No, an army! I insist!"
But the army wasn't worried
The town just had to be buried
So they sent their pilot ace
Who flew over and bombed the place.
Question for candidates:
Assuming you preach what you most exegetically practice,
how has your campaign prioritized
carbon footprint reduction,
investment in ecosystemic cooperative policies and procedures,
disinvestment in Business As Usual competitive self-promotion,
in both economic
and political,
secular
and sacred,
natural body
and spiritual mind governance
strategies?
Permacultural candidate response:
We avoid compromising our present
to invest in our future;
and refuse to compromise our shared future wealth
by divesting of our present health sustaining values.
Win-Win economic planning
seeks to optimize our future
by optimizing love's seductive co-gravitating power
within our shared present;
co-redemptive mentor to co-loving mediation.
Campaign recruitment notice:
Only
Experienced
neurosystemic experiencers
experiencing trauma needed to apply here and now,
with here-now therapeutic intent.
Only
Known
enlightened knowers
knowing co-empowerment to be called
for mutually informative interviews.
Only
Danced
emotive dancers
dancing muses
to embrace permanent full-time co-redeener vocations.
Only sung
light singers
singing power
to become songs
sung by singers singing
beyond Earth's showers.
Only whole-open-systems
compassionately ecologizing economists' eco-normics
need cooperatively transact.
Only full-living capacity eco-political ecologists
eco-logosing
needed to continuously deepen revolutions
of love.
Only purposive purposers co-producing and consuming
meaningful healthy purpose
wanted by everyone wealthy everywhere
at all times
in all places
throughout all spaces
folding and unfolding and refolding time's streaming
sacred vulnerable
and transparent climax peaking places.