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Joke was on him
A lie can perpetuate with a blinding speed
Growing on the heels of shameful greed
If enough people believe a con-man's spiel
And blindly proceed to invest in a dubious deal.
He began quite small with his Ponzi scheme
Stomping ruthlessly on gullible citizen's dream
Pretending that he was investing in stock market
Delivering promised returns regularly on target.
Becoming famous as word of high returns spread
Billions he attracted as testimonials mislead,
Paying current clients from new-client receipts
Manipulating his records to hide his deceits.
Although his company was frequently audited
No one could detect the fraud being committed.
Suspicions ran high for returns were unbelievable,
Authorities were fooled by a fraud inconceivable.
Ponzi scheme thrives on constant new cash flow
As new funds meet outflows that continue to grow,
But it collapses in a hurry if new money stops
For clients demand refunds as the company flops.
A market-crash caused new money to dry out
Bringing to a quick end his fraudulent clout
As he confessed to a multibillion fraud scheme
When finally he realized that the joke was on him.
Investors big and small were caught by surprise
Lives that were ruined continue to agonize.
Soon he was arrested for his long tenure of crime
And sentenced to prison for his remaining lifetime.
His son committed suicide overcome by veracity
As his wife deflects shame in solitude of tenacity.
While he sits in jail for a crime of this century
Grievous losses torment lives due to his treachery.
A fraud only propagates till its ultimate demise
For truth always conquers defeating all lies.
November 26, 2017
I started a joke
Sponsor: Maria Williams
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Note: This Ponzi scheme was uncovered after the 2008 market crash. Though the fraudster never invested in the market, new money flow stopped because investors were spooked by the market decline and ensuing recession. He confessed when he couldn't make a multi-billion payment due in 2008. He was sentenced to 150 years in jail. One of his sons committed suicide, the other son died. His brother was also sentenced to jail--all worked for the firm.
For nearly three decades
She had been ruthlessly explored
Losing her identity, her independence
Her man always looking at her
Through his own selfish lens
She awaited discovery
Finding the ‘Real Me’
His liaisons
And ways of fun
Further freezing the cold relationship
Now for him
An unlucky turn of events
Meant
Some flattery, some importance given to her
So, the other day he said,
‘Let’s go on a discovery trail.’
She, as per her habit, remained silent
Knowing perfectly well
The endeavour would fail
And so they went
Hundreds of kilometres away
He searching for
That missing connect
Forgetting that in any pact
Both parties are equal partners
Unlike what happens here
His words always dominating hers
Now they’ve come back
Without any success
Their relationship in the same mess
But she happy at being again closer to home
At home, at ease
Her nearly three years of self-discovery
Result of
A lucky turn of events
Giving her oodles of confidence
An obvious comparison
Between two men
She has finally found
Her source of joy
Oh Boy!
She has eventually discovered
As the world rightly notices
From her boundless glee-
The ‘Real Me’
Tender touch of love drops we love so much
Knots of grief and joy in our conjoined bliss
A dreadful blow in our loss of life crutch
Ruthlessly snatched away by a death’s kiss
Our time bleeds in gray and black restlessness
No words of comfort, no dewdrop can cure
The long gloom of our hollow soul on face
The child in the man feels so insecure
The hand I held till yesterday with joy
Now holds the sun moon fountain and our sky
With amber power that none can destroy
In wings of blue birds fond memories fly
Miles after miles we have walked hand in hand
Now in my lonely time the grains of sand
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24/02/2017: A poem of condolence to a friend upon the death of his wife
can I have a silent treatment?
where no soul will hear my screams and lament?
it's shameful.. I can't even raise my head up. I can't bear to watch the sun blind me.
it's been two years, not even a feel of the breeze that comes freely did I receive.
why? because he chained me
he rode on me every day and night.
moaning ruthlessly into my fading drums.
where I laid was where I cleaned, ate and released those cloying fart.
he was the first and I was just 13.
not fully developed into a real flower.
he destroyed my ego.
stopped me from being informed.
had me for breakfast, lunch and dinner. In which there was appetizer, main dish and dessert.
he did not mind the fact that I wasn't a wood.
tears got disgusted coming out.
pains became a next door neighbor if not a pal.
the legs I called mine, tore open like thousands boils in it.
my own became a free will
he had when he wanted,
he told me he loved me
and that he was doing the right thing.
he lied...
he lied to me, plainly and I couldn't check.
who's fault was it?
he threatened to kill if I spill.
and shut the door of my lips with roses.
the worst that got me into this madness is.
he was my father.
The curtain slowly rises...the audience is spell-bound
by the appearance of royalty
Act 1, Scene 1
King Henry VIII: O adored wife, you never drew
another man to your breasts;
have I loved you more or less?
King Henry VIII: O voluptuous lips that have kissed mine,
when roses spurred to greatness,
is your trust in me flimsy or fortified?
Queens Katherine: Why are you asking me this,
beloved husband, if the promise
of that young virgin was more than true?
I have desired your strong arms around me,
to dispel my fears and doubts on many moonless and frightening nights...
when the northern wind ruthlessly entered in the chambers,
and blew out all the candles that were more aromatic than columbines!
O dearest love, which need I didn't provide you by touch?
King Henry VIII: No, sweeheart everything you offered me,
but lust for another woman led me astray...
leaving your marital bed and sneaking away!
Queen Katherine: O dishonorable husband, what made you so unfaithful...
if I made you the vessel of these dreams,
to transport me on soft waves like cherubs' wings?
King Henry VIII: Not enough passion in love-making, insensible wife...
permitting your guilt prevent the pleasure
I sought in every embrace and intimate feeling,
to boost this amorous ego without ending!
Queen Katherine: How dare you say that, unmeritous husband...
while your attention was focused on a mistress?
King Henry VIII: How can you blame me, uncaring wife...
making me escape and causing me to cheat?
Queen Katherine: This marriage took place under the eyes of the Almighty,
and you solemnly swore to honor me,
to love me, to strengthen me and to spend a lifetime
of joys, of hopes and sorrows through love and fidelity!
Fog rusts railways seemingly parallel to nowhere...
Phantoms sit down on the cold metal trying to warm up
The moon smokes bats with stars as echo location
A janitor cleans up the daily memories of men with shoes
Taxi drivers fall asleep in line waiting for customers who never come
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I fly up high but nobody seems to care I am coming home
The walnut tree recognizes me and smiles with lips of rings
I am coming back to childhood as I was ruthlessly exiled
I feel my shoulder blades happy with buds of wings of cotton candy
There is nobody in the Control Tower
I just realized...
...I lost my shadow twenty six years ago...
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The Children of Gaza are heroes in front of the world,
Helpless and ignored, starved to death but hopeful.
Enveloped in mass brutality and unbridled cruelty.
Their grandparents , mothers and fathers have been killed.
The Children of Gaza, so adored and dear, Confiscated of their humanity, their childhood stolen away ruthlessly.
The Children of Gaza, their future lost and destroyed,
Is this the world they dreamed..?
Dreams are unfulfilled, thoughts and ideas forever gone in deep sorrow.
In this unreasonable tragic drama, no justification is to be found....!!!!
Yet,the world cries for you. And you shall survive and thrive.
By Chanda Katonga.
Wars round the corner,
wars at every bend
Could it be that all this
warring would never
ever end?
Why can't we borrow
love and peace too learn
to lend?
For peaceloving persons
wars are hard to
comprehend
But in which blessed
century will the world
it's ways amend?
Why not be all sincere
when peace we readily
send?
To our lives defend why
do we opt to offend?
Why can't we all as
Adam's progeny simply
unite and blend?
The world's tearing
apart, which saviour's
gonna mend?
When the scissors of
tyranny all peace efforts
ruthlessly rend!
When will all the saviours
from heavenly heaven
descend?
So we watch and hear all
war cries unto thin air
ascend!
When peace be the only
choice, the only probable
trend!
Ah instead of fending
off war drums why
peace plans off we
fend?
Why peace so
complicated and double
standards at every
bend?
Will all state treasuries on
aggression alone their
budgets spend?
Why can't every foe we
know turn into a caring
friend?
So we're stalked by
friendship
and ambushed by love
godsend!
A world where warlords
and war heroes become
zeroes
who in the first place did
offend.
With peace may no
nation merely play and
pretend!
The selection has come and gone
With many congratulated for feign victories
People's Will bashed as hope remains forlorn
Though the grey fought with their voting power
Yet they remain powerless
Who dares decide for the ruthless,
That solely gains dominance ruthlessly?.
Just tell me;
"If winnings come with cheering, why then is your victory bleak"?
Why has it evoke dismay, and burns a rage in our minds
There is calm in the land, but fire lays on the roof-top
The country is divided at the birth of your unruly governance
For the proclamation is at variance with our reality
Therefore your unholy triumph conflict our assertions
An imposter you are and an imposter you will remain!
So as Sun is to the Day
And the Moon to the Night
For every ounce of downcast inflicted on the nation, upon your selection.
Nature inevitably awaits.
Freedom isn't something
We should ever take for granted
It's a feeling resting deep inside
Its roots are firmly planted
From birth to death we struggle
To always do what's right
And sometimes lose our focus
The goal seems out of sight
Lose sight of what's important
Get hung up on petty things
At times forget there are some folks
Who don't have anything
Homes destroyed in an instant
Feeling terror every day
Is this the day their life will end
Ruthlessly snatched away?
The real measure of one's freedom
Is buried deep in our soul
Reach down deep every single day
Be thankful for your role