Hey diddle-diddle
Municipalities fiddle
Crime goes unchecked
Voters' nerves are wrecked
Twee-diddly-dum
Congress sucks its thumb
Inflation soars still higher
Blue-ribbon committees enquire...
NOTE:
In 2022, Nelson Mandela's famed South Africa, sanitation STINKS especially outside big cities. Municipalities only burn diapers ('KIMBIES', in local lingo) as women & a few men walk the LOCATION (or townships like Newtown for mixed race, locally called Coloureds). But before daylight burning of trash & plastics, dogs tear diapers on every street. One fails to convince even educated people of color to wait for the weekly trash trucks, or for feeding the filth to the fires burning a few times each week. Instead we have the following senryu situation
II senryu from South Africa
Rain in slow showers
Feed bush, Nature, dirt-roads -
Mud white - gel, torn diapers
Block this, block that
Black this, black that
I am sick and tired
Of seeing the hatred
And the obvious prejudices
Destroying countries, counties
Districts and municipalities
Where biased authorities
And utterly corrupt and ornery judges
Rule like lions in the wild jungles.
Black this, black that
Block this, block that
Where nobody wins
And everybody loses
From venomous doses
Of ignorance and intolerance
We are all fraternal twins
With different level of shade and nuance
Oh! Nobody is perfect
And I am daringly correct
Like the angel snoring on the deck.
I have never seen a black country
I have never lived in a black county
Unfortunately nonsense prevails
And common sense is assailed
Oh! I will spare you the details
So you won’t faint, fade, fall and fail
As you lurk, search, muse and chase your tail
Black this, black that
Block this, block that.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities
By David J Walker
I love walking
the rutted roads
Running in
hidden groves
Through
the residential jungles
the rambling
backyard boulevards
dividing the
single file plies of
dirt and gravel
A straight line between
Picket fenced fortresses of
Flimsy privacy providing
Trash truck Sunday drivers with a
A No man’s land-bound with trees &
Treasures found by
dumpster divers
I love listening
To the feral catcalls
in the last stand of
wildland
Overruled by skulks of city foxes
I love trekking
The pioneered turnpikes
On fast mountain bikes
Riding & reading between
the telephone lines
mapped by
XYZ Municipalities and
The vague virtual realities of
An alley’s informalities
I love the
Tell all tall tales
Of what fails to be
Needed anymore
Underscored by
Overflowing dumpsters
Local municipalities county stately across the nation internationally
I haven't been this way before I have a traveling heart
Diverse and deceived my mind reals
My mouth speaks of Truth and hold not in part
Who am I and how am I to feel
In motion going forward
Not knowing where I'm going
At the speed of light my body's shivering
Burst of electricity in my mind deliberating
Body breathing believe it vibrating moving from place and state
In space moving forth in haste I'm moving in
...a traveling heart
6/18/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Fighting the surge of life’s denial
Battling divisions of untrue love
Confrontations with municipalities
As St Paul’s words on institutions
Sounds of one’s name cringing
Wondering the true reasons why
Undercurrent separating citizens
Like Lazarus collecting crumbs
Denial of humanity and true love
Breaking hearts of thy neighbors
Skip whipped to a different color
As Christ stumbling with the cross
Racial attitudes need reconciling
Healing of bigotry for our nation
Citizens denying equal protection
Eliminate racial injustices now!
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