Bulging wallet speaks,
mouth-yawning ties and pomade,
big money spluttering;
blah, blah, wah, wah,
poverty,
blah, blah, wah, wah,
immigration,
leaving imploring plaintive pleas unheard.
We are strapped
to the waters,
diving, every last breath taken,
exhausting
the heart and soul,
the ocean swelling,
the ancient drum-beat,
Weary of dorsal fins,
on watch for the
over-tested, under-fed,
On drugs, off the grid.
.
And You,
Big business of banal banter,
You proselytize, colonize,
clamber, Reach To The Top,
before it all comes tumbling down,
beaten to death
with wallets of worthless words
and derelict dribble
that has no place,
No place in this place.
April 27, 2012
hinarising 