K'cracy, Trees in the Storm and other Poems

Family Feud

64 Family Feud We enjoy the wind When she blows in a hot, hot day And good news come promising Freshening atmosphere… Our father sits in Would not with us enjoy her ’cause he would rather sniff and force us to take hot indoor air. We as prisoners Seeking escape sneaked out As he took to his chambers; came to the parlour while we’re out, he hate this fresh air and loves French air enjoyable only abroad, not this waste intoxicated one aboard our one real father has children at heart depriving them of fresh air his prerogatives found abroad impairing everything his ego echoes to him not to heed our plight for it shall make us bright father is good and drinks out of a gourd; the family’s, alone constantly getting loans; viewing us trees with many branches carried by a trunk and wishing we were not styptic strong and under the loan weight we only groan as he beams with a smile to style 65 us: family brigands desiring his bones as we, to challenge him, ask for change insults on us coil and we look onto ancestral soil we can’t be prisoners where freedom is ours a birth right not a privilege of life…. as if fall is not his and his entourage, their incumbency mirrors shrubs’ question to trees uprooted by wind. but like all other stems ours beacon a season to conduce stun them with cutworms, plants’ predators who’d not pray for trees as would for the younger or stunted wrinkled fatherlike shrubs…. preys and predators must not like alligators and lizards, say: “well done” not dream of a by-gone; predators’ have preys mandate and must not scare preys like our father has us and would not bury scaring us projecting himself as palm fronds refusing the twigs the embrace of wind; fighting her from reaching them when she blows hard. ...