Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
Categories:
pilferers, health, political,
Form: Rhyme
Colonialists
They came to see conquered
plundered other nations' heritage
voices of dissent hung in the breeze
The elite thought of themselves
as educated
Wrote learned books about stolen
statues, marble, and so on
the significance of great art
The pilferers became ennobled
sometimes, for some, theft pays
Most of the stolen culture ended
up in museums
so people could feel in awe of how
foresighted the robbers had been
Now that we live in an enlightened time
The British Museum is no longer
proud of its possessions
return African art of wooden masks
those which come alive at night
Categories:
pilferers, africa, angst, august, best
Form: Free verse
Night came harvesting our sights
into his basket of darkness
at the same time, the once drizzles on our roof
had turned into a rainstorm
putting a period to the work of all nerves and eyes for the day —
this is a perpetual habit of humans
when it is dark and heavily drizzling.
in this case, I can’t say the same to the pilferers
whose planet I think bears the water strokes of rainfall
our night is a morning to them as if they are bats—
keeping all night long
they crawled to the top of our towering gate
as geckos crawl on walls
and sneaked into our compound
like grass-snake sneaks under grassland
and did away with everything their eyes touched,
behind our shut eyes, shut ears, and snores
how they crossed over our towering gate again
with all they took
was all they left behind as a question
for us to respond after getting out of bed.
Categories:
pilferers, art, august, autumn, boat,
Form: Free verse
Boldly I exhume exclusion, a badge of sacrifice
Milestones shunned, money’s usual manoeuvre
Cultural flimsy stronghold, servant’s fiscal price
Top tier requires slaves toil all day for approval
Nonetheless, pleasingly, I hail our lucky country
Offers safety, anonymity, hovel unacknowledged
No need to solidify alliances, desperately hungry
Primed pilferers for immediate advantage pillage
Supplementing streetscapes bolster unsold soles
Trove tumbledryer drums cook my new costume
Accesses babyboomer tower, to fire escape stole
Secure deep sleep from moonless cement room
Adverse to version of
us who refuse to assimilate
A new season - Winter
Begins today
Categories:
pilferers, absence, angst, appreciation, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Most politicians are liars
(As they are adept in tricks)
Most militants are no mind
(As they are trained to obey sillier)
Most merchants are greedy cheaters
(As too many profits they care)
Most pilferers are caught in red hand
(As they fail in nowhere)
...
Most of them will then Dwell
In a cell in hell
Once, Satan asks
Who needs a fry bath?
Silence, the hell becomes still
Categories:
pilferers, political, truth,
Form: Verse
The Empire
They came saw and conquered
and plundered other nations heritage as trophies
voices of dissent drowned.
The elite saw themselves as the educated elite
wrote learned books about statues they had purloined
also told of what significance it had.
For the people robbed of their symbols.
The pilferers became ennobled.
Sometimes theft pays.
Most of the stolen culture ended up
in a museum, so the people could wonder
and be proud, although some had an afterthought.
Now that we live an enlightened time
the British Museum is no longer proud of their
possessions keep sending some cultural icons back
to the countries, they were taken from.
Categories:
pilferers, absence, anger, community, dedication,
Form: Blank verse