Children of Babylon

Skendong

In whose name have you come to be my protectorate?
From this distance your eyes may be beautifully blue,
but are obscured by those dark tinted glasses.

Finger on the trigger peering down, your weighty
sandy boots and heavy clothing (not apt for this climate
and my neighbourhood) is not intimidating at all.

I slightly freeze and am muted by wonder actually.
What really bothers me is the lack of regard
as a human being.  An embrace, a kiss, a hug –

Or pick me up and swing me round
so I laugh like a hyena as children do living
in your country.  Even the rising smoke bellowing

from the blasted rubble satanic birds scatter
with their indiscriminate load, and the close proximity
of wailing incantations of my neighbour’s grief

no longer perturbs me. I am muted by years of chaos.
What really bothers me is the lack of regard

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scribeless

i sat on a swing
in my sister’s garden
an idea flashed before me
but i had no pen or paper
it was sunny

a scribe minus the tools
what a caper – still
i got an android now.
fishing it out my pocket

positioning the device
horizontally
i peered over my glasses
and forefinger composed –

niece & nephew sat beside
looked puzzled –
eyed each other
& burst out laughing –

dictum

the poet said
i am not here
to teach you
or reveal
biographical
details

instead,
i aim to
entertain you –
chug you away
from didactic
soundings.

the poet said
enjoy
anything
you can
imagine
in nature

let yourself
be lost
in your mind
& the mind
of others
————.

genesis

the Rasta gave him rain tree seeds
to keep in his pocket at all times –

paranoid peeping from curtains,
perceiving foes & another long night

it had just gone 12 & hearing voices
again at the window he retreated,

posturing on a Persian mat,
the tealights flickering shadows –

he picked up the תּוֹרָה & started
to read –

falling star

more drugs less guns
some vouch for that

when i got home,
the beats altering

it was peace and peace
until loud bangs!
outside.

head tilted right
glancing through

rectangular mirrors
it’s like midnight blues.

spotlights sparse
and spattered

the hung trees
spookily camouflaged

in the twinkling nigh,
a distraction maybe

random fireworks –
but how am i to know.

God

the izm –

Skendong

In the beginning
All was there
Eating the fruit
Broke the love affair
Of man and his maker
Woman her nature
God could not be found
Anywhere.

Among the chaos
Noah rose up
Building an ark
In the midst of dry land
Two by two
They all went through
Forty days later
Survivors were few.

Many years later
Came Abraham
“Worship one God”
Was his programme
Nearly sacrificed his son
To show everyone
That a merciful God
Was indeed still around.

Then came Moses
“Let my people go!”
His consistent message
To the stubborn Pharaoh
Plagues hit the land
Sea parted by a hand
Grave for those
Who failed to understand.

Then there was Jesus
A virgin conception?
He walked the Earth
To change our perception
“I AM” the way
The truth and the life
Follow me and there
Will never be strife!

But put to death
By murderous man
That…

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