Vestiges

Little Imp

38 Little Imp 12.4.10-03.5.10 & 12.6.10 You rose like the Sun Of whom we thought well Knowing you a son Of the soil whose bell Sound would the mountain Bring down to the plain To an abode make For national cake Watering appetite Growing not our plight Dressing roads with rocks Creating stumbling blocks For all aspirants Far from resilient Wanting your sunset Blowing a trumpet To send you back home! Deserve you a home? Hell, you fashioned ours In matter of hours! And out here we stray While at home you prey To glaze your wrinkle Leaving no sprinkle To the thirsty bloke Asking not for coke But understanding From one whose standing Replicates sun’s rays 39 And not your mad plays That end up killing The kind and willing. Little imp goodbye! We all know you’ll die! Clan of Skunks 18/03/2010 On the roof tops they sit And the houses smell shit And with pride they slay time With all left without dime Till lightening grabs his sword To pronounce the last word With new lungs breathing fresh Mint, smoothening sloppy flesh Skunks would love to nibble Same as they would dwindle State coffers, lifting debt Before lying in bed With our bones on the streets Eager to trick skunks treats. ...