poems

BACKSTABBERS

You gather the crowd to your delight,And claim you've done so to know of their plight.You hand over scraps because it feels rightBut your impulse, I know, is to give out of spite. You mourn in publicity, the lives gone in the day,And shed tears for the lonely as they...

HAIKUS OF THE SCION

For those who used their political influence to get tested at a time when our healthcare system did not have enough to go on.

THE CALL OF THE RISING SUN

A toast to our re-emergence from this pandemic.

BACKSTABBERS

BACKSTABBERS

You gather the crowd to your delight,And claim you've done so to know of their plight.You hand over scraps because it feels rightBut your impulse, I know, is to give out of spite. You mourn in publicity, the lives gone in the day,And shed tears for the lonely as they...

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HAIKUS OF THE SCION

HAIKUS OF THE SCION

I/am/a/sci/on.Borne/from/rich/rich/dy/nas/ties.I/am/im/por/tant. *** I/am/some/of/them.I/am/a/poli/ti/cian.I/am/above/you. *** I/just/had/my/test.And/peo/ple/said/’po/si/tive.’I/am/now/con/fused. *** My/fa/mi/ly/test.We/have/to/be/tes/ted/first.We/are/im/por/tant. ***...

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THE CALL OF THE RISING SUN

THE CALL OF THE RISING SUN

Let me show you, my friends;A scenery of how this will all end: Lifeless bodies lying and cut;Hungry stomachs belching the gut;People fighting to not and to oust;While the pandemic rages about. The blood spills over for those who are out;The price of grain cause you...

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GUESS WHO’S DREAMING

GUESS WHO’S DREAMING

The darkness is a blanket leading to oblivion;The mystery of the wind is a whisper in motion.For the leaves fall in the cup of absolution;Dead: the place of imagination,Becomes a dwelling for a sight unborn. The stranger offered me a dream;Infinity’s marriage to the...

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THE WHITE ROSE

THE WHITE ROSE

We lie scattered as this pandemic haunts.Holding on to ideals that divide our stance.It’s you versus me; them against us.And the battle cry against ones we can’t trust. Blame comes past after everyone’s aghast.From inaction and kill orders, we cry in the mass.What...

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THE POCKET SINNER

THE POCKET SINNER

You were admired for your wit and wisdom;And all was well with your ideals and brilliance.So they put you high up so that they can go up;From a dirt-poor country and citizens in scraps. It was too soon, they then realized;For your wit and wisdom were not to be...

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