Short Contractors Poems
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Some are contractors-
Some to supply-
Some are drones in offices-
Some in courts tell lie-
Where can I but sell-
Can anyone tell-
The dreams and thoughts of life-
Can anyone tell me-
How to be the merchant of dreams?
(sami)
Form:
American contractor's are ghosts that the
Government
Sends in to locate certain people,
That never were there.
To give top secret intelligence
To the Government.
So they can
Send in special Op's to kill these
People,
Without due process or trial,
Such as, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.
Faith alone accomplishes absolutely nothing,
unless your faith is put into action.
The only time I've ever seen faith move mountains
is when they were bulldozed by contractors prior to construction.
*
I will pay one million dollars to absolutely anyone
who with their faith can move Mt Everest into the Grand Canyon.
*
Corridors of powers...
Pierce on roses
Contractors of tyranny
Kills at free will
The wolves... The sheep
Clawing and tearing
Policies draining terms
Conditioned suffering
Impostors of salvation.
Whips whipping blades
Teeth dripping bloods
INNOCENTS.
Hampered freedom
Fear there... It's here.
Breeze of doom.
Corridors of powers...
Tigers living free...
Our jungle is not safe...
A saviour... The cage.
14/08/2013
Out my invalid’s window I see the hills
wrapped in a crochet of evening fog
Red taillights wink at me as people prepare
to go home at end of day
Cranes reach giraffe necks into
the last bits of sun tinged-sky
Lazy November light that is giving
way to winter tugging its shirtsleeve
Contractors hurry to finish their projects
lest they wake to storms and rain that
were promising to come, and now have
No one eager for winter, except for me
My Father built and repaired houses.
Like my Mother, I have a fear of potentially,
terrible disasters; They are well-founded, you see.
I’ve seen the nail-through-the-finger;
the fall from ladders and his face,
the day that someone’s hammer broke a light bulb
And glass shards dotted his face.
After a while, the ER employees knew him by name.
Nevertheless, he went to work every day, quite proudly
and returned in the evenings for his,
aspirin and pre-supper, nap.
Remember Trump's Vanity Wall?*
(You still owe for it, after all)
Cartels dug under
Drones flew asunder
And what still stands is doomed to fall!
* Trump refused to listen to experts!
Whilst he played gold, his staff
helped themselves to all the perks,
awarding lucrative government
contracts to corrupt contractors
who diddled the government out
of billions for shoddy planning,
materials, and construction!
Of course, the GOP want more
of that "leadership"!