I overheard the Chief surgeon instructing
The Doctors as I was being wheeled to the
Surgical theatre for a surgical procedure
Paralysed by administered anesthesia
I couldn't stand up to the Chief surgeon
I watched the procedure like a spectator
from beginning to the end.
I was angry with the procedure for stitching up
that was recommended by the Chief surgeon;
knowing that it will leave me with a permanent
scare,
Because i held a health insurance policy
I was only waiting to be awake to make
my displeasure known.
(Written on the 27th of April, 2026.)
The traitor
seized fond dreams
and rent my soul
on a hurdle of nails
hauling innocence
toward sour odours;
the steel nemesis
christened cosmetic
under searing light
and coerced oblivion.
Procedure was followed,
But with corrupted vision
Procedure was followed,
But a life was stolen
They will claim it was for the good of a people,
Whilst hiding behind accountability,
They’ll claim it’s to protect -
But it’s an excuse to murder
When you give a gun a badge,
Laws become an option,
And crime becomes a given -
The badge becomes a ‘get out of jail free card’
And consequences are given to a different player
Power holds the monopoly -
And when you land on it’s property,
You either ‘pay up’ or allow ownership of your life,
Power is a game, and control is the prize
Procedure was followed,
But not without casualty,
Procedure was followed,
But not without the lesson of who controls who
Procedure was followed, because procedure was biased
Procedure was followed, to keep black at the bottom
It's crucial for one, to find a way, an exit... or else, an excuse...
We are extremely trained
in our failures
and tremendously incompetent
in our successes...
We revisit the past
to act well at the present
and build an auspicious future
[I got approved today for another procedure
In the old days, a procedure was a surgery,
Nowadays the insurance company approves
It’s something akin to commercial burglary!]
A surgery used to mean a long hospital stay
But a procedure, you’re in-and-out in a day,
They send you home with pain and a pill
The pain really sets in when you get the bill.
You get a form to fill out how well they did
Yes, as though you’d know, it’s all so stupid.
Take it from me, best to go in by ambulance
No waiting for hours to be seen…perchance
They rush you right into an emergency room,
Before your infected appendix goes ka-boom.
Feeling poorly, being grumpy is hardly a sin
Try to go with the flow, take it on the chin,
Keep in mind the doctors are doing their best
To keep your heart beating inside your chest.
Written May 27, 2022
If having truth, wake up the world !
but nothing having show deep silence...
The law only operates when provoked, just as incense manifests itself
when burned...
The time
goes by,
time charges us...
But what does he offer us...!?
A past time,
wasted time,
illusions unpacked
frustrated dreams, and
in our final time,
reminds us:
that we are finite,
that we are mortal,
But not him... !
if i commit a mistake
by recklessness or
incompetence
don't talk now...
Nothing say... nothing,
don't cut my soul...!
Relevant procedure...
Love once in awhile
is be mute
than exposed words...
talking can be love,
but don't talk sometimes
also is...!
Wise man knows not to be exceeding,does not advertise himself
For a productive learning
of life in this world,
let's sleep with constructive
ideas and wake up
with a wonderful breakfast... !
Paint coat gloss of stigmatised strategy
Ink print format dishonourable dastardly
Rewriting total emotional reliance on romantic target solo
Mistakes made eradicate match develops purely personal
Necessary structure supports test criteria
Shifted not by storm of hormonal hysteria
Flattery, female following foresee men fearful, fatigued
Indolent inconsistency implores males imbibe, intrigued
14th January
- format dating -
I am a poor cerebral palsy man full of sorrow
Born into this wide world alone
I have no hope for tomorrow
Somehow I have a notion
That there is a city called heaven
I can make it my home
These unseen forces makes
It difficult to reach
Sometimes I am
tossed and driven Lord
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I heard of a city called heaven
So started to make it my home
My grandmother left this world
My father I never knew died
If it is my turn
Sometimes I am tossed and driven Lord
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I heard of that city called heaven
And started to make it my home
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