La marche de l’extrème
Chaque pas frappe le terre
En train de convaincre
Les gens de leur peur
À fin de rappeler
À la foule la Terreur
Qu’il saurait ce soir
De se reveiller
Et cracher par terre
La voie retrouver
Vers le pouvoir du Pays
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Feb · 28
Alone is his pyjamas
After the sycophants
Are all in their beds
The dictator, silent
Examines his image
Wrinkles and lines
And soft-joweled planes
Surrounded by wealth
In the marbled rooms
Of a haunted palace
He did not inherit
But strives to display
To best advantage
For diplomatic reasons
Dreaming of leaner,
Before he became
A political prisoner
Trapped and tamed
By the violent success
Of his own actions Like this: Like Loading...
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May · 10
Fleet of foot, we rose up on new legs
And crawled from the ocean,
Found caves by the shore more secure,
But ambitious, precocious, we wanted more.
Overtaking the bones of dinosaurs
Forging weapons of our bodies
We set out to outsmart competition
Surpass them with strength and speed.
It was not easy. Some fell early
To malnutrition; attrition rate high,
But we were stubborn, focused;
Too intent on growth to die.
Hurdled germs on our own terms
Through the darker ages, lettered pages
To illuminate and illustrate
Our superior ways, our mind, our fate.
When prayer for days fell out of fashion,
Revolution wrought new passion
Choosing sides and burning towns:
Spoils to victors, death to clowns.
Bloodied our hands in War and Peace
With the drawing of borders and global police
Such inventive solutions to building new homes
That we thought we were Gods, not flesh and bones.
And now we have entered a digital age
We find new forms of life engaged
In fights for supremacy, violent rage
Evolved to the glare of a flickering page.
But we haven’t forgotten our primitive roots
For one, in anger, aims and shoots
To rid this world of other tribes
Ensuring only “ours” survives. Like this: Like Loading...
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Jan · 15
History tells us
That coups are romantic
Tight breeches and open shirts
Flesh on display
But somehow historians
Seem to gloss over
The blood, guts and gore
Spilled as change rules the day
In marketplace, schoolroom
And under the blankets
The hard-headed, downtrodden
For those seeking justice
Surrounded by forces
With too much to lose
To just give it away Like this: Like Loading...
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Aug · 16