Our state be... factual --
being beyond phantasy
shore -
The ray's race,
in paces be so scorchy
The Breath we breathe,
be tagged choky -
too cheap to buy
Life's ne'er been, being
this gowned gore
Death being coldly nigh,
caressing us n'
calling, too touchy
To rebuff 'cause,
''we are hungry,'' too tired
to guy
The more arduous
we moil and toil
The graver their
policy posits man
dis-ease,
Crude's so... cost, pepper
n' tomato are... lost.
This mantra things in act,
actually boil
To self, in pragmatic, aeon
change be stealth to ease
Comes hard slowly - crying
for sacrifices in killing cost
There be dearth nay,
black clouds loosed on hold
On our comatose land,
feeling feebling to bold
In tarry, cirrus'd come up in
on the longed morn
And our land fertile again,
shall be proud n' give us
rich cocoa n' corn.
©2014 Jodekss Gloatkenf
Hello, I am Jodekss Gloatkenf --my penname. I am a professional writer, ghostwriter, researcher, editor, blogger, podcaster, artist, thinker and lightworker. I believe in creativeness, diversity and uniqueness --my definition of art.
No comments:
Post a Comment