Let me travel to the
resort
Of rejuvenation
And tuck self inside
the sanctuary
Of solitude.
Let me shield my
eardrums
From this din.
The wind whistles,
The snakes hiss,
The squirrels squeal,
The song birds squirm
And sing staccatos,
Sundry shrieks pervade
the shrub.
The choristers chant
cantatas
And the cants,
The music manipulates.
Minions
Kneel
Mumbling.
The pastors prance
Preaching doctrines
doctored.
Napalms pound the pews,
Heads from bodies
sever.
Eyes dripping innocence
Bore
Into the heart of hate.
I am dying in this din;
Sovereign funds,
Stolen funds,
Subsidies,
Same sex marriage
And Strikes.
I am dying in this din;
Awards,
Aides,
Aid,
AIDS,
Grants,
And occupy.
Surgeons of Satan
With surgery sets set
To sever arteries so
suction will start.
Blood will be drained,
The system will be
filled
With the stench of suffering.
Let me heed the clarion
call
Of my muse,
Let me step on the road
to rejuvenation
And leave behind
Minstrels munching
crumbs,
Motors in gridlocks
Hooting,
Hounds hounding news
hounds
And hungry humanity
huddled
On dirty streets
decorated.
Let me leave behind
Demagogues doling out
deceits.
I will return with bags
bountiful,
I will return
rejuvenated
To re-paint the dirtied
walls,
I will return
To adorn this abode
with beauty.
The road recedes,
The journey lengthens.
My quickened steps
Slow to rhymes recited
By tongues of tired
travelers.
I quickened my steps
again
Reaching the resort of
rejuvenation,
Humming the hymn of
hope.
