A bill of materials
replaced
their bill of rights.
Hapless individuals,
stripped of identity,
a tribe of humans
shipped on
a deadly voyage,
from a dark continent
to a far-off land,
towards obscurity
and uncertainty.
.
Helpless beings
turned into
an inventory of
subjugated property.
Sold and resold,
a supply chain in
depraved indifference,
moved these assets from
one ledger to the next.
A chain of custody,
disgusting, restraining,
shackled a human-ware
to an auction block!
A blockchain of
human indignity.
March 21, 2020
November 20, 2019
You must stand tall
When dark and deluge
shroud you
If thy options seem
too far and few.
All around you trap
and landmine
Pointing you toward
ominous sign.
No easy way out and
no one to call
You must, you must
still, stand tall.
When dull and drab
your only view
If disasters lurk
and dangers brew.
The dark cloud loses
its silver line
No light rays on thy passage shine.
Lost in the deep and
no one to call
You must, you must
still, stand tall.
When in harm's way
without a clue
If help seems not to come through.
Stalled, nothing, nomore is fit and fine
New tempests signal rapid decline.
Alone and dazed and
no one to call
You must, you must
still, stand tall.
Labels:
English
November 6, 2019
August 4, 2019
An Untitled Quatrain
She is possessed by the black night.
Her quiver craves for arrows
from the quiver of her white knight
To save her soul from sorrows.
Her quiver craves for arrows
from the quiver of her white knight
To save her soul from sorrows.
Labels:
emotions
May 18, 2017
For GnR fans
For all GnR fans
I keep knocking on heaven's door -
god, missed yesterday's night train,
couldn't soak in the November rain.
have sympathy for the devil & more.
He goes, "have patience, do not cry.
you ain't the first in bad obsession
sweet child o' mine, one in million
it's easy when you live and let die.
estranged, civil war, dust n bones fine
right next door to hell with such clues
reckless life better with shotgun blues
welcome to the jungle, you are mine."
I keep knocking on heaven's door -
god, missed yesterday's night train,
couldn't soak in the November rain.
have sympathy for the devil & more.
He goes, "have patience, do not cry.
you ain't the first in bad obsession
sweet child o' mine, one in million
it's easy when you live and let die.
estranged, civil war, dust n bones fine
right next door to hell with such clues
reckless life better with shotgun blues
welcome to the jungle, you are mine."
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