earth sinking
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
earth resolution on it's axis accelrating
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
sun staying power pondered
sun warmth diminishing
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
world war fears gripping humanity
enemy countries uncertain
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
Categories:
resourceless, dark, depression, earth, holocaust,
Form: Sonnet
Said the old widow cook
to the drag queen son
feeding his/her dying abusive dad,
while offering her nurturing donation:
"I don't want your money.
We're not savages, yet."
Other words
that might have come to
desecrating mind:
not for sale, yet
not that victimized
not that wounded
not that uncivilized
not that poor
not that disenfranchised
not that disempowered
not that unenlightened
not that devastated
not that resourceless
not that dispassionate
not that judgmental
Categories:
resourceless, abuse, age, destiny, gender,
Form: Political Verse
They had a game,
A very dangerous one at that,
They had cornered one,
Who existed amongst them,
But did not have their trademark traits,
They were loathful,lazy,incompetent,
Liars,corrupt and resourceless,
They always looked for shortest way to easy money,
With their very limited capabilities,
And in fact he with sincere hardwork,
And capabilities presented a perfect target,
That he complained but little,
And was more of a perfect gentleman,
Made him the perfect victim,
They rallied behind him,
Only for entry and gains,
To and from places he had access,
And they had none,
After entry they,
Simply kicked him aside,
As they collected the rewards,
Of “entry” besides,
The target was caught by next in mafia queue,
Who after entry kicked him back yet again,
The merciless buggers kept on doing this,
For god knows how many years,
Target grew old and tired,
Now some of them did say,
He is ours and belongs to us.
Categories:
resourceless,
Form: Free verse