They are no!
They earn o!
They should rather know!
Kudos, you may show! O you!
Social issues affects many people from all walks of life.
A nation of destruction from past to present days from addictions, excess bank fees, church burnings and shootings, Covid 19, human trafficking, famine,, food shortages, childhood traumas, mental illness, no affordable housing, homelessness are the results of causes and effects of social issues beyond one’s control.
For my Mother
We would nurture hands building pedestal.
What man nurtured women, matriarchal?
Procreation, Liberation, Choose one.
Some things we'll never fully understand.
Who made the moon as mirror for the sun?
The heart of men in darkness was outdone.
The blind man saw poison of jealousy.
Darkness and blinding light have set men free.
Love flowed like breath with fresh scent of iris.
The least shall be first, on love's endless list.
Pedestals and thrones of men were brought down.
We'll see beyond the blue if lost and found.
Mama once said, I must call on her God.
Silvery grey glistened like her quiet nod.
*(For my Mother on Mother's Day)
The High Inquisitor is being assigned this week
to determine who is able to meet criteria
and who shall be sent into exile
the details are simple
and rely on the ‘bending of a knee’
the ‘kissing of a ring’
the ability to follow orders without question
versus some, obscure thing written somewhere
about ‘free speech’, ‘free press’, ‘shall not be infringed’
these must be some ‘irrelevant’ statements,
outdated concepts
that no longer apply
only loyalty matters
an oath, a duty
to subserve
beware the wrath of this new whip master
or face
the lash.
Naked Subjugation
Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forbearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those ink-black nights
In dew fall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you did not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled disappears, decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ..
So still your body lies
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017
Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forebearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those inkblack nights
In dewfall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you dId not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled dissappears,decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ...
So still your body lies
Would you rather A lie which paints A faint smile to your face or be faced with the truth
which lakes tears down your soft smooth face. Or hurt inside, being pushed aside by
the one you love but you are to scared to confront afraid of being dumped. Or go on and reach triumph reaching the moon being true turning your back on those who wouldn't react when you felt like wasted scrap? Don't be played by Subjugation Of Love. It's your life, when will you realise this?
- Wiko Te Maru
Man shoulder that burden,
you are a beast,
here is my whip,
but where is your back,
you tire now so soon,
remember the days,
when I had my say,
got you to work,
in the worst of murk,
Now you are timourous,
and a rebel,
it is there in your eyes,
to a multiple of a treble,
tone it down,
and recognize yourself,
you are my beast,
to say the least.
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