Chords and tongues: A POEM
Chords and tongues: A POEM
I stand at the foot of the sun
To bare the tongue of the lizard
And jolt the smear of sin
See the men of calling
With mouths that see
And eyes that hear
They have sat in the stool of gloating
With wide curly anus
Ordinary men in tongues sparking
Bring your ears
Hold it; be still
Men prowl like prey
Conscience shaved like a vulture's neck
They dance in miraculous tones
Full fledged fury
They lurk in droves
Smelly forky-hands
From their pulpits
They see of the past
Tell you what sleeps in the future
Man-made seers!
Crowds throng
To feed from their hired powers
Gotten from the man in the shrine
Many are here;
In shouts of hallelujah
They are masters of deceit
Fine-tuned speech to wow hearts
Chew the cord of caution, son
Take not all you hear with your ears
For many have their souls sold
Sit on the deck and clear your eyes
Bury the breeze brewed beneath
Walk not on watery steps
Be on guard!
A piece of creative writing by
Alexander Thandi Ubani
©®Copyright 2014
A Poet, Playwright, Writer and Thespian
