Glassy-eyed, we walk past these corridors,
Chasing numbers across our yawning days.
A hamster’s hunt through the glass doors
Of swanky corporate offices, scurrying past
Our portapotty cubicles, our diurnal homes,
Like defeated castle gnomes, downcast,
Eking out one final groan, one final chase.
What kind of life is this? Who made this so?
How did we submit to this existence?
We who are made in His image, we who know
Better - we who are mirrors reflecting His Magnificence?
#582 On Your Torrent of Lies
Torrential stream of bilious lies
To try to smother unkind truths
To fulminate and to disguise
Your cruel intent, devoid of ruth
In disbelief I witness gall
Your chutzpah keeps your cult enthralled.
#581 On The Game That Was Lost
What was the meaning
Of all that strife? We were bound
To lose from the start.
#580 On This Land of Dearth
I sink into this
House of mirth - a laughable
Parched desert of Dearth.
#579 On The Petulant Stallion that You Rode On
You rode on your horse
A rough, petulant stallion.
Now? You're on your knees.
#578 On Rule by Fist
Against tyranny,
You raised a fist in defiance.
Now, you rule by fist.
#577 On The Curse of Being Born into Luxury
It must be nice to
Be born into luxury
A sweet, lulling curse.
#576 On Our March, Abandoned
Twenty-six years ago
You were sacked
And beaten
And disgraced
And we marched to the streets
Not in your name, oh no
But in the name of Justice
And you promised Change
You raised your fist in Defiance
And yes, you promised Justice
Twenty-six years later
(Even if only in our hearts
And not yet on the streets)
We are still marching
For Change and for Justice
Only, we are not quite sure
If you are still marching with us.
#575 On Rediscovering Chess
On sixty-four squares
Battles are won and lost; here,
I wage war anew.
#574 On Ephemera by Way of Whatsapp
All day, ev'ry day
I cast out crumbs on Whatsapp:
My ephemera.