One can’t break the deserved curses.
While one knows their exact causes,
You manage them like HIV,
Sometimes watching Pleasing TV,
Good French or Spanish Wine to quaff
And yourself observe as you laugh,
While its Anti-Retroviral
For the meaningful survival
Is goddamned determined hard work:
Then, five hours for a dollar,
Now, ‘fifty’ for the same color;
Hence, God had to just stop Balaam,
Willing to send him to bedlam…
Israel‘s God-Supported Trespass
Would have in Courts shattered like Glass!
MY FRIEND, YOU ARE SICK
My friend, you are sick!
That invisible, dreadful and mighty virus
Often talked about in televisions and radio’s
And public and print media at large,
Has found in you a hospitable host
And destroys your life in delight!
My friend I know, you are sick!
The battle against the virus is not lost yet,
Regrets and turning back the hands of time in mind
Will not help but aggravate the disease.
A visit to the hospital for Anti Retroviral
And healthy living and eating will help you cope!