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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
THIS SIDE OF LEAFY SUBURBS
Naked kids play about a heap of smelly garbage
Adjoining the swollen pit latrine,
Mind you watered WCs are tales
In this side of leafy suburbs.
In this side of leafy suburbs
Mansions are caved out of earth
Paved yards are a muddle of thick mud
Below power line above super pipeline
Just waiting for roast-human-flesh time..
Come see for your self brother
Drunken landlords banging cracking doors
Desperate tenants peeping through cracking walls
Counting on seconds before Lucifer breaks loose
Remember violent bulldozer-evictions are inevitable
In this side of leafy suburbs.
In this side of leafy suburbs
Children dread nightfall
When utter darkness brother to bedbugs reigns
Don't think about it if it happens to rain
In this side of leafy suburbs, aha
People are in-laws with complaints-no-gain-lots of-pain.
Monday, September 5, 2011
PUBLIC DUMPSITE
Towering high, conspicuously mighty
Obnoxious, murky, stinking-filthy
Midst the sophistication
That is paved manicured city streets
A crystal image of the populace's rot
Political vultures, social flies, economic crows
Hungrily hover in the misty air above it.
.
The stench is overwhelming
But alas! its the product of the souls
That surround it
They sneer at it disgustingly
Turn away blocking their insensitive noses
Soon to forget the mess
Once behind their shanties' shaky paper doors.
Once in a while, the masses
Ashamed of their reflection in its majesty;
Tribal politics, economic segregation, moral degradation
Conspire to clean it
Later to fill it up again with sewage
Product of their unhealthy hand-out diets.
Like a multi-tentacled monster
The stench and filth grows
In weight, height and form
From a monolithic expensive social fabric
To a stratified pyramid of thieves
From the king's castle to the pauper's dungeon
Like third-world bush fire.
Soon the ogre will devour all
Less the masses conspire and execute its fall,
I'm talking about this city hole.....oh no no...august hall!
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