Short Auctioned Poems
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Written: October 18, 2023, For Ink Empress Dodoitsu Contest
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soul auctioned out to mirage
hostile and harmful hardship
cunning, for the devil, grins
In pursuit of fame
One man’s treasure, one man’s trash;
saved for years, then sold for cash.
Though held once in high esteem,
tarnish overtook their gleam.
Dull they sit and patient wait,
helpless to control their fate.
Auctioned off, or harsher still,
land ignoble, in a fill.
Brass flower vase
Auctioned by millions
Stood in a nightstand
Rust lines on bottom
Reflect the memories
Encapsulated by time
Gold engraved initials
Symbol of blessed times
Dimmed by regrets
Polished with dedication
Brought back lost shine
Dulled by indifference
Mother's love and heart have no bounds and conditions,
Mother is the idol of compassion, far away from the selfishness.
Mother is willing to sacrifice without blinking and unconditionally.
However, a mother is sometimes auctioned and crucified at the crossroads by the same people whom she nurtured.
Why is it so?
Living bright yellow,
Daffodils spring to action,
State
Expression must.
Not auctioned but free,
They give themselves to us all,
State
The causation.
Natural, from earth,
Grown and evolved unquestioned,
State
The story tale.
More daffodils just,
Before them came ancestors,
State
Their history.
Feel the privatization in its might
A bullet in the African soul-
The sectors sold
The branches squared.
Our pride dwindles
When our Africa is slowly auctioned
To forces of stealth
Ruiners of our democracy.
Our masters slowly gather the spilled milk
Stride by stride
Grinning at the auction table
Their eyes glued on the politician’s billboard:
AFRICA FOR SALE.
Feel the privatization in its might
A bullet in the African soul-
The sectors sold
The branches squared.
Our pride dwindles
When our Africa is slowly auctioned
To forces of stealth
Ruiners of our democracy.
Our masters slowly gather the spilled milk
Stride by stride
Grinning at the auction table
Their eyes glued on the politician’s billboard:
AFRICA FOR SALE.
Auctioned my immortal essence for this light
Petals bleed, eviscerated melody
Eternally lost, giv'n over to the night
Enclosed in decay, our fading memory
For this final moment, wishing was ageless
Relinquished the solar azure for thy passion
Farewell my life, Farwell my luminousness
Adieu the cherished rose of the stars and sun
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Democracy in a Coffin”
They wrapped the flag around his mouth,
called it freedom,
then shot him for speaking.
The ballot box bleeds ink and oil,
votes drowned
in rivers of silence.
Statues stand on broken backs,
names carved in stone—
not to honor,
but to forget.
Children chant anthems
in empty classrooms,
their futures auctioned
for one more war,
one more lie.
This isn't a nation—
it's a graveyard
with borders.