Turbulence: A POEM
Turbulence: A POEM
Come with me
And taste the bizarreness of life
To the fountains and edges of the moon
Tell me, what have become of my friend the locust?
Is he still gazing at the stars
And searching for leaping heights?
I am tired of these ailing stories
Stories of a nation
My nation
The buckets are filled with pleasantries
Echoes amidst failure
From Ndi-osu imi
Sycophants!
They have robbed the land
Blood is everywhere
The pages have turned no more
The sands are wet
Wet with our sorrowful tears
Look at them
The pot-bellied jesters
Shouting on top of their voices
Pleading for votes
Turn your bum at them
Force their noses in-between the crack
Let them revel in the smell
For they are sweet liars
Their hearts at the back
They think only of themselves
A life of shame
Their conscience is like the breast of our mothers
Made flat over years of constant pressing
Shabby shaggy scammers
They are the genesis of our woes
Their souls as dark as coal
Their place is in the belly of the toad
Follow the dance of the ant
Let their thoughts feed your mind
Learn from their ways!
A piece of creative writing by
Alexander Thandi Ubani
©®Copyright 2014
A Poet, Playwright, Writer and Thespian
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