A suppurating crater
festers and gapes
in my heart
desiccated by hordes
of plunderers
who gorge on marrow
enshrouded in crevices
where love pleads
for refuge and succour
before gelid goons
controlling a pedigree
of sycophants
reframed to shield
their masters
from imagined devilry.
Slenderly community
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized
No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring
This is the land
We all dreamed by
Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft
7 wings were booked
5 have already landed
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!
The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed
In jail cell like shanties
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake
Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely
Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
For ant corrupt Tanzania
They love to sell into the dark end,
where covetous souls
plunge to the bottomless debt deep
Parrot voice chirps got the suicidal siren blasting:
Saying a lifestyle of surfeiting
is an overdrawn bank account pleasure drowning
Pirate eyes cast a silver tongue hook
of bait-and-switch repo
to the blue wails
Underwater mortgage
from a pirate lending shark loan
cause the cash minnows to prey groan
Heavy is the dropped credit anchor pain,
sinking life savings ...
Treasure chest safety net
401k disappearing
Another black pirate patch
cast a hollow gaze
False profits on the rise,
usury rescue in pocket tearing decline
Pirate eyes wink leviathan;
spearing desperate, money hungry short fins
at the bottom feeder end
Purse plunderers sale on the pirate flag
wavy death tide ...
Peering into the empty wallet
abyss dark
Where all false profits
foggy deceit hide
Who Is Your Neighbour
Who is your neighbour?
Hey! You must be joking!
The kennel on my right for
My bulldog my bully to rip down my door.
The barn of cows mooing on my left keep
My kitchen replenished with daily deliverance.
A tumbled down house I see afar
Knock-knock! Is anyone in?
Squealing fat mice tear down my legs
Thieves! Plunderers! In the name of a Neighbour!
September 9, 2015
Competition: Who Is Your Neighbour
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
WROTE A BUJA...
A buja wrote a song
it rubbed the who in power
the wrong way...
to the slammer bujas..
committed himself
self imposed insanity....
Called his government plunderers
stealing from the poor mans pockets
the system turned on the heat....
and our young bujas -
declared himself mentally insane...
committing himself to the loony bin...
The young musician
gave them people good advice
...its hard to get a good advice,
while lacking in cash or scandals....
and scandal-ed he was
and advice we got...utawala
the Rule of the elites..
Lewis k Nyaga
That mug could be etched onto coins
if only conscience failed to intercede
and money-changers picked their totems
with less attention to global schemes.
Funny how cold metal splatters all the
bravest brains looking to level out
opportunity based on skill rather than
birth.
They lie flowers upon another grave
to repel the notion that billions of free
minds would be better than sacrifice to
the gods of consumerism, trend and
all the noble platitudes of today's
abundant derivatives offering salvation
at the cost of tomorrow's beneficent
hope.
Already, they've begun to wither
without the purity of fluid pure in purpose
since husks lying in memorial always
convey the stench of potential destroyed
at the hands of plunderers convinced
of righteous manipulation like a
condescending slap to the
teeth.
Stern faces propel blasts skyward
as if I'm supposed to forget the arc
that sends those pellets, like my spirit,
propelling back to the Earth once
more in reverence for the ricochet
penance that pulls so pernicious
that every molecule feels unnecessarily
bound.
My tendon's note
bends downhearted;
fleshy, wincing anguish
perforates with whelps
stippled by fiery ferocity and
tempered grief.
Atoms collide
without regret;
cunning, backdoor reptiles
pick the star gate lock
fostered on occult erudition and
ancient wealth.
Their content smiles
belie fate storms
brewing; thrashing specters
channel blood like veins
fueled by ignorant sacrifice until
virtue concedes.
The microverse
bends with quivers
hidden. Plunderers sow
protracted disease
nurtured on toxic components and trust
in civil death.
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