Poetry Blogs (corruption)
There Are No Angels Here
Scraping around the vipers nest,
flaming swords and thrusting spear,
black spiders scuttle to the feast
but there are no angels here.
The dragon crawls into their veins,
hallucinogenic ecstasy or fear.
The demon bares his fangs to bite
and still there are no angels here.
The first-born rounded up and caged,
harvesting the mother...
Thursday 21st June 2018 4:01 pm
Get out of mouth now.
This is not yours.
You keep prodding at my gums, don't you get it?
I don't floss.
I can see you past the surgical mask, behind the goggles that you keep foggy with a steam of egotistical pomposity.
You're framed by a white room, white clothes, white breaths, because everything inside of that is dirty.
A living cavi...
Saturday 29th July 2017 12:20 pm
The handle of
A razor-sharp knife,
Bearing a lump of
Frozen meat, to be precise
Layers of blood In the wilderness of ice.
Lured Wolfs gather round it
And unaware their own
Snow-frozen tongues they slit
They voraciously lick, lick and lick
Along with own blood, hot and tick.
'What a windfall luck! '
'We are feeding on our blood! '
Before comes to their hea...
Friday 12th May 2017 12:06 pm
In every city, I go.
In every country, I have been.
The Star and the Cross hope,
That he will be with us one day.
They call him by different names,
And claim him as theirs.
Both preaching similar faiths,
Both saying they are correct.
One says he is yet to come,
While the other hopes for him again.
One says he is the son of God,
While the other says, he wi...
Thursday 16th February 2017 6:42 am
By the sweat of
Their likes aspire
Bread and water
Is all right
So far as their walk
Could face the glare of light!
Bugs, they are not averse
By the blood and tears of others!
Tuesday 31st January 2017 1:01 pm
Expect us not to believe
You could miraculously fetch
Water with a sieve!
Till we return to dust
You, nothing better than a rust,
Could not quench our thirst.
Without combing out lechers
That spare not even the broke
Or the stone to siphon
Rather has an impact adverse,
For it is allowing few
Nation's wealth unfairly amass
At a cost of harm to
The credulous and ...
Friday 12th February 2016 6:17 am
A ship sustaining
A tiny crack or thick
Is destined to sink,
Awaits the same story
A pilferers-leached country!
All the grotesque
Faces of corruption—
What is more inefficient
Must not go out of
Expected corruption to bar
In its bid to spur
The ship of development...
Monday 31st August 2015 1:55 pm
The corrupt proving
To the development's wheel
Ironically changed the saying
"Walk your talk to talk your walk!"
"Cloak your walk
Behind your make-believe talk!"
Because it is time
For the survival of the slickest
Not the fittest.
Monday 10th August 2015 4:17 pm
etched in gloom.
vacant, the guardian of
a chained black gate.
eyes, as heads,
waiting for heroes
to seal their fate.
In legends torn
from clay cast bright
we may witness
fire and blades and bows;
such blood-fuelled spite.
Now all too real;
the skin of time;
Wednesday 14th May 2014 9:03 pm
‘D’ MOCK CRASS Y? AND THE RULE OF LAW
Oh Citadel of Westminster, look down on your creation:
millions of damned and blighted lives – the remnants of a nation.
Yes, you forgot that power corrupts, and honed your fell foul skills
till power, close to absolute, finds England wracked with ills.
Now this Quixote – errant knight – tilts at your spinning members
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 11:04 am
Mortar of bile
Pestle of boot.
Lost and gone
Corruption of Law
Church and soul.
Property by guile
Banks and pr...
Wednesday 4th December 2013 2:11 pm
I'm from a land where,
Two girls on the bus to school is revolutionary,
Where we bury boxes full of our still born children,
'Cos experimental biological weapons more or less killed them.
Plus the starvation, and working on the opium plantation,
Whilst Halibuton gets paid to rebuild my nation,
MPs with hidden interests plan my leader's assasination.
From London to Lo...
Sunday 4th November 2012 5:34 pm
I have my own little piece of the world.
Sure, it has its problems, but nothin’ too much.
It has its pleasures and there’s more than enough.
And I’ll share them with you; I will share them with you.
So, put down that rifle, and put down that gun.
Let’s take back those words that hatred begun.
Let’s tear down those icons that make us ignore
The cries of our own, the cries of our ...
Wednesday 6th June 2012 2:45 pm
Heh there, Mr Politician man
isn't it time you took the stand
stood and told us all the truth,
no spin, no tints, just forsooth.
All these years we've heard the rest
and though you might find us a pest,
recall now if you will,
just who it is that pays your bill.
Now exactly where did all that money go,
and what do we now have left to show,
Tuesday 22nd June 2010 6:40 pm