THE DEATH CALL

Should I in flesh now die Or in death swore to live That I may under this sky This fading life well leave? Every grains’ wish Is at its planter’s soil Well aroot, it lessly toil To death, it’s life flourish What is life If in hate we hive?

GOD, I NEED A GIRL

How I wish I could find A loving girl Smiling with shining teeth And deep blue eyes How I wish I could find A brilliant girl Walking with straight legs Praying with closed eyes How I wish I could find A pretty girl Singing with charming voice And sweet accent

HAREM OF PRETENDERS

I flinch from our gullibility; Made vulnerable by our love for sentiments Who forced us down into This putrid water to swim? We, the people who elect To elect and empower them – bigots to shepherd us We are the drummers And the praise singers Why then do we scorn At their dancing steps?