A crude man is at the helm;
Like a constant tension headache,
He’s tightened twine in his realm!
A people under siege;
We are being goaded like possessed pigs into their dug out ravine!
“The book will fit”, from the pulpit preach!
A malefic spirit hovers over us;
We wake with sunken eyes,
From the night’s long fuss!
Like a battered woman;
Bruised with a cultish look upon her face!
On a sandbox, a reflection of a people without a cushion!
The devil’s spawn took the rudder;
An unnatural sorrow floods our deck,
As he puts on a clock of wonder!
Backed by ordained conjurors;
A tale of bitter pools purified is span!
On a well stuffed buffer genuflects the plunderers!
Hyenas’ laughter invade our nights!
Pulling a farghun with a plagued being grinning at the starless sky,
Defecating in our backyard, from the prospect of cluttering teeth he delights!
A hollow heart with a sword;
Fanatically ceded to a war monger’s covetous paws!
Free to guilessly defecate in our front yard, HE IS THE LORD!
An emotional vampire pervades our days;
Sucking the life out of us in broad day light,
A people wondering in a daze!
A stamp on unrestrained ableism;
Witches laughing to the skies oblivious of the simmering whispers!
A people deemed disabled tired of isolationism!
A night runner, is at the realm!
A nuisance stays up cackling at our restless nights,
He lifts his tail and sprays, marking “his realm”!
He ejaculates on our door posts;
Oh, not a mark of Passover but a weigh down mark!
He runs to the next door oblivious of what he provokes!
