Vestiges

A Hopeful’s Day

70 A Hopeful’s Day A dark night drags home this gruesome nightmare With the head all empty and left threadbare The sunlight unchanged follows his aged old tradition As hopes do sprout to brace dictates from tyrants’ mansions. Sitting by such a stunted tree Like a child with dreams to be free With the fall of a fruit to send him wild After he’s stood the mess tyrants have piled Year in year out drifting away All hopes as well being swept away Under this tree crushed stunted By tyrants’ weight subjected The oceans in them with dryness bloom The streams run to their core and leave gloom To light up the hopeful’s day A drudge without any pay And tyrants smile their hearts beat To set graveyards free to bleed When gangsters strive in our mansions Just as outside springs starvation Sun dried on sand, this people lament; Tyrants’ gift to them for enjoyment And one day lament will make way Give it to their breezeless bunker stay 71 What thinking drives the hopeful to this? None would ever out of thirst drink piss! But all at some point dreamt of bliss On which day they’ll steal a fun kiss! Hope hopeful hope See cupful scope With the night in arrogance striding To brighten thought of nightmare looming Above tomorrow’s sky burning and scalding To fade along the way when falls the evening From whose bosom rises a smile of constellation Hopefuls copy in innocence for consolation. Spare Me I have fallen in love a zillion times! Each zillion time I have heard these bells’ chimes. They chime as would creepy-crawly rattle Whence I would I’d fallen for the prattle; Not at sea where serpents stream in and out And inject venom in men in a bout Of madness buckled up where rages storm Behind their split tongues to strike so would bombs And tint spotlessness born each day of Rose Beautiful, beautiful Rose, spare me Rose! ...