Kill A Man's Giro.
Kill A Man's Giro:
Kill A Man’s Giro:
Bureaucracy’s mountain, pierces levels like a sore lesion over poverty’s savannah,
Intense heat of oppression beats tribal pulses dragging you forward, unwilling,
Locusts and grasshoppers hiss censure in stalks of swaying grass tenements,
A feral scope of nature’s aggression, seized, compressed by boundaries of red tape.
Predators circle fringes of the stage, eager teeth ripping flesh of morale,
Hyenas toy with your carcass of hopes and dreams,
Persistent drought envelopes, days blend into relentless struggle,
Nights see you holed in an unyielding hovel.
Transpose what transpires from plane to bedsit, you, gazelle,
Hid amid minutia of nothingness awaiting devouring by lioness’ of Civil Service,
Mountainous glory is banished into edifice of Government office,
presiding over all.
Nothing but carrion for statistics now, protective ribs now exposed,
Battered by dust and gnawing curiosity of those better than you by chance,
Kill A Man’s Giro and doom him to nomadic, bewilderment of sanction,
And the famine of ill fame.
© Brad James, 2014.