Dignity and decorum
Belong to those without need
Separating and sucking
As they pillage and feed
...the lowly
In the high court of royalty
Permission must be given
For dogs to be seen and heard
As cockroaches among the livin'
....saints
How dare slaves demand
The right to breath the same air
As those who have "right to rule"
On a planet that isn't theirs
...to inhabit
A mouth full of words
Is good for thought
The universe has spoken
And given what you got
...eat!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-30-2026
Life changes in a twinkle of an eye;
Naira notes of low value seems high.
One billion naira in bank-: thousand birds in bush,
One thousand naira at hand-: billion get caught with a push.
It doesn't matter the FLOAT in your account,
What matters is the available handy amount.
It doesn't matter how much,
But the little one and its touch.
It doesn't matter if charges are bearable,
What such pains speak are unbearable.
It doesn't matter if you last five hours on queue-
What UNABLE TO DISPENSE cum turn subdue!
POS attendants are seen growing wings,
But they can't fly with MONEY PURCHASED stings.
Bankers hands are off the cause of scarcity,
Opposite CBN directives to circulate off adversity.
Blame should be on who for this loud whistle?
What's on everyone's wrists more than an epistle.
To traders selling cash to POS attendants,
Thanks for been such good assistants.
Living in the world of OPPOSITE at the moment...
Should not make the wrong people an atonement¡
2023 mad
I recognize everything
is more than enough.
Bow your head,
prey.
I reckon I
seized the day -
ain’t no calling a bluff.
Bide your threat.
Pray.
Irate kin survived,
smiling with their sore thumbs.
You got proof you can make it with less.
Be careful of what you say.
Oh God
what an excuse
to take away.
We have a world of abundance:
in chance,
in effort,
in hope.
In resources
that, with letters,
have separated roles
to plunder,
to steal,
to hoard.
To think this
is a way of control.
The world needs
to let go.
What’s there to give
aside from
what can be gained?
Scarcity is good for rich in economy, bad for poor in need
Scarcity, most valuable commodity in economy
December is a cruel month
an enabler of declines
with the illusion of being the end of time...
but the beginning of the downfall
after the greed readjustments.
beginning of the year the profit agenda
unbridled threatens the weak poet
is in macroeconomics....!
Poor imaginative creator!
faces reality
of the high costs of living...
Unthinkable expenses affront him!
Search for help that will not arrive,
because no one is moved by poetry,
nobody buys buys gold poetry...
scarcity pierces him
lack does not spare him...
the economic need
it unconsolidates him...
This is the beginning of a new era of suffering
who does not know if he will remain sober
in this new year of agony... !
As I move my body vigorously
Announce it, announce it
As I sharpen my pencil
Relate to it
Playing with my tongue
Oooh, this is a mouthful
As I reap the fruits of my work
Announce it, announce it
Enjoying the flexibility of my tongue
As I start to write
Honouring my words
Showing off my intelligence
Oooh, am I done yet
The by-nature amiable Peter
Is now inconsolably bitter:
At a filling station, a protesting sitter
After his supplied mere one liter
For this vulgarly insulting pump attendant Rita
And threatening obscenities much fitter…
But smiling Rita didn’t away words fritter
Her sagacious silence proving the better hitter
And smoldering Peter more reasons are given to grow heady,
His long taut nerves refusing to steady:
For the ugliest fight seemingly ready,
His teeth plus his claws signaling the Deadly;
Whomever he ends up dismembering, deservedly
So much of what is frothy babble
is laid before us as a truth when in truth
it is but frothy babble.
Each shiny coin newly mined and minted
with a fragrance green as the grasses
passes for a personage we would gather.
Coins as friends,
Ends justifying means,
The aftermath of fruitful beans.
Upon a curved light borne
he hones his friendships
as slivers of glass.
Reflections all so tall
and all so disavowed;
nor allowed the looser noose
of the absolute.
What is that fragrance passing
for a freedom.
What is that passing need
as the world turns,
as the days of our lives burn,
as we move as one multitude
beneath a blanket of toes
with our noses wrapped.
Worrying, scurrying for
the last scrap of paper
on which is printed not
a single famous image
but is destined
to carry our waste.
A scarcity most bittersweet;
The scarcity of years
Troubles not the days of youth,
But - in time- appears
The dwindling of our moments,
A universal dread
The dying count as beggars,
The bankrupt count as dead
Society is but a volatile brew of a lucky few, and plenty of:
Philosophers without portfolio,
Scholars without power,
Able men in a crippled world,
Visionaries weary of worry,
Artists bereft of brushes,
Patient men ensnared by a rush,
Actors craving for a costume,
Pioneers ruined by pedantic loons,
And simple men seeking the delight
Of a quiet easeful life!
Society is people reveling in reverie,
All full of dreams that seldom take wing!
But there are also those of towering talent who keep themselves hidden.
Hiding their lofty ambitions, their high aspirations, biding their time.
But not for long. For when the winds of fortune finally
shift, their stagnant ships shall seize the Seven Seas!
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Besieged by scarcity, they have fallen,
fallen into adversity
— the adversity of scarcity
The rain falls, but their seeds grow not
There is plenty, but their belly is empty
They are the fallen, down by adversity
— the adversity of scarcity
Plenty to go around, yet they get not a morsel
They are muzzled, for they have no muscle
To get a bite, they've got to chip in for the tart
But, they have to take a hike, for they can't get
astride; they've fallen, into adversity,
all because of scarcity
— the adversity of scarcity
They have lost steam, so they are short on esteem
They get not, if they've got not, so they get none;
that's the law, the law of neediness
To get about, they need a clout, but no crowd about,
for they are not the “in crowd”
They're down, so they're left out, kept out of the crowd
Now they're without, and do without,
all because of adversity
— the adversity of scarcity
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