WHO WOULD TELL?

Born deaf to pleading voices of reason…

Virtues roasted in sooty smokes each season…

Rusty pride and arrogance of deadbeat dads…

Swallowed by illusions coated as erotic ads…

Defensive tongues sharpened to slash and slander…

Public displays ugly as Japanese   Salamander!

But who would tell…

 That wild Casanova bears of Trentino…

Would be tied and sheared as   Australian merino?!

 

Feeding in leftovers as low-rank hyenas…

Avoided as jiggers in public arenas…

Skewed mind displayed as oriental rugs…

Sanity raped by fumes of street-brewed drugs…

Conscience strangled… by rogue impostors

Cursed victims of marital or sexual disasters…

But who would tell…

That stained souls left in bins of filth…

Would recover ….and shine beyond chains of birth?!

Male gorilla bellies abode glutton Land-cruisers…

Drumbeat promises to be power abusers!

Sheepish minds fooled by faked stage dances…

Songs impregnated by political stances…

Slave-minds hypnotized as playboy actors!

Trickery episodes of wicked pastors!

But who would tell….

That black bones  beneath  their towers would spread  as  lotus flowers!

Meshack Sewe© March, 2015

 

BOLD IN GUILT!

The guilty…who said are afraid?

But yes they are…some resorting to raid!

Strike dust off their wrinkled wings…

They’ll hit back…with lethal emotional slings!

Remove haggard webs off their virgin nest…

They‘ll vomit pure anger at their very best!

The guilty are never afraid…

Bold ones resort to raid…

Question not genes of their free-style pens…

You’ll be lured for dinner at their torture dens!

Drive them along literary streets of  Thomas Lorenzo…

They’ll drag you to literal footpaths wakupige  ngeta and claim Tunzo!

The guilty are never afraid…

Bold ones resort to raid

Question not when fed on fish without heads or tails…

You must be a sugar- mama…and kiss their junk-poetic mails!

Tease their works with lyrics both assertive and rational

They’ll divert attention with leaking taps and drum-beats so personal!

The guilty are never afraid…

Bold ones resort to raid

Meshack Sewe@2014

( Any public Art can be consumed or rejected…& art and its creator are two different entities… True artists/poets/musicians/comedians, etc need to take positive criticisms positively...

wakupige  ngeta-Kiswahili expression meaning they "will strangle you".

Tunzo: Kiswahili word meaning an award

ON YOUR OWN...

 

Raped by thorns in dark ghostly caves…

Thirsty leaves blinded where shadows abound

Nude roots lifeless as sleeping waves

Take no heed and be rotten underground!

It’s time to kiss the light…on your own

Pregnant clouds entangled by love-chain…

Seduced by lightning’s romantic blinks and winks

Aroused heaven urinating streams of rain

Take no heed and be drenched to your brinks!

It’s time to rush in a hush……on your own!

 Wrinkled souls enslaved by erotic stings…

Skinless bodies drowning in pools of Sodom!

Pagan souls worshiping secrets of G-strings

Take no heed and be swallowed by a phantom!

 It’s time to make amends…on your own.

Coconut mothers fighting predatory winds…

Overweight nuts fallen   by bullet hailstones

Circumcised leaf-blades flapping fury wings

Take no heed and be smashed to the bones!

It’s time to take cover…on your own

 Derailed by lusts for a teenage toffee…

Marital vows locked in bedside bins

Illicit passions drank as instant coffee

Take no heed and lick all your sins!

It’s time to grow up…on your own

 

2014©Meshack Sewe 

Inspired after watching plants grow through 3-meter-tall steel tubes  that are part of our company fence...imagining the dark moments during their  upward struggle....ON THEIR OWN....until their shoots came out to embrace sunshine.