"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught the indie afore ammunition
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
that witnessed the grapes of wrath in '37
and suffered its wine, the black potential rebelled
against the clear minority who had signed
emancipation letters without intent
ergo, cars with bodies went flying upon the riparian spine
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
leaning on treasonous city hearts, wrinkling under the trebled
degrees of island sun, chuffing at progressiveness
and how the colour schemes lightly redesigned
black power free, it seems, walks unfettered to its banks
carrying tackle, tiki-torches, tourists, a picnic, and gun
But alas; sometimes I think we've lost our way-
too many strayed opinions...one too many a survey.
Walking on the road ahead, just following the herd of sheep-
with a hypnotised mind, wide awake yet very fast asleep.
While yelling...join the team of the future progressiveness-
but if you don`t your old fashion, head full of mindlessness.
The enchanting light, a blinding fantasy world-
is a place where viewpoints, twisted and whirled.
The lights words spoken from an over opinionated mind-
but it is taken as the whole truth for one, and all of mankind.
Their flags are waved high, as they scream and chant=
to join with this new order of things, many just can`t.
It`s a path they want us to heavily tread-
but it`s a needle many, don`t want to thread.
With all our differences we live in a blended pot-
so to boil it too fast...we risk spoiling the lot.
The older generation think it's a movement like a hypnotising cult-
and their minds have been struck down by a thunderous lightning bolt.
The generation of now say "your way too old to understand, Mr Boomer"-
but the boomers say "your so out of touch, with no sense of humour.
Heads veiled in immaculate white,
Like cloistered nuns tanning in sun light;
As the farmer starts plowing,
Flock around, twenty of you kowtowing;
Searching with your sharp eyes,
Finding and pecking little warms and flies...
Struggle to exist in environs hard,
That does not, often, your rights easily award...
Around ponds and lakes and rivers and seas,
When they're full or in drought wheeze;
You wait and watch standing on a single leg,
Seem as though to the almighty beg;
For your freedom of survival here on earth,
Midst livelihood, often, gone to dire dearth;
You do not seem to feel discouraged, yet,
But, with the ecosystem amalgamate and get set...!
Displaying elegance, loyalty, and closeness,
Ambition, endurance, and progressiveness;
Exhibiting your eternal youthfulness,
You strive, struggle, migrate in sumptuousness;
Living your life, here on earth, in its fullness,
Like us, humans, you attain eternal graciousness;
Beyond limitless skies you would fly away,
Leaving behind this land-sea-ocean bay...!!!
16 March 2023
Progressiveness and Creativity
Ingeniuty with New Elation
Optimism along with Glee
Modernism develops
Piercing Transient
Bright and Cheerful
Blazing Through
Bringing
Joy