Short Black Market Poems

my gold standard dips
monetary units fall
what was once worth a lot
is worth little at all
inflation reigns
the black market profits
blood diamonds from Africa
trade high on the market
as I slip into poverty
my portfolio crashes
you are living in luxury
made rich on advances...

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Oxtail, beef ribs and 72 slice cheese

take it to Ajima 

And double your money 

Budweiser, Coors, and MGD,

Army says one case a day,

I used to get twenty.

In ‘95 beer was eleven bucks a case

You’d get $25 

For stacking them in Ajima’s place,

But watch out for MPs

Because If you get caught,

Its court-martials And Article 15s 

JEV...

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Bang, bang, bang, black minds open,
Black eyes seeing black blood spluttering on the black board,
Black tears from black eyes,
Black man in black out,
Black people eating black berries,
Black for black market, black magic, black eyes, black etc,
Black is everything bad,
Black is abused everywhere,
Black people now the black sheep,
And yet I am the black poet,
Reciting black poetry....

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Black Market 
					 
Black streets, grey cobweb into a
Luck star can fish,
Brown cockroaches moving around 
On a table,
 Setting the prices under the table
From day one I knew it 
A doom kill bugs

Light streets 
Are my joy and my daily perk
Bringing me piece with the others
Honesty fosters a relationship within which both parties feel secure enough to be genuine in their interactions...

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No drops for my wheel,

The heat I feel

For the haze that hovers the tank - holds the flow

At this time - all is slow

I'm bereft of drink,

As there's a steep hike


With a fleet of legs on the street

A trade we meet.

Bargains under the shade forgone-

For transactions under the sun.

They look on as the sale goes-

Them they can make no foes


Back door business stays on the rise-

While our morals of it take their dives...

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My existence is a thorn
My extinction at the tip of Africa’s horn
Please forgive my deep rooted scorn
For the poacher’s gun I am born

Torn – unknowns to me – I’m a healer
My death brings wealth to the dealer
Ton – sold on the black market – into slavery
Betrayed by my very own life-giving veterinary

I could never see beyond my nose
Who, when, why I’m attacked – God knows?!
You report on my, “Endangered species” – death sells
Like the syndicate – only interested in my gross sales...

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