Say something I'm giving up on you. Words healed but turned into poison too. Anyway I'll hope you'll not go rogue. As universal wisdom loses its place, and madness Fills the space, contemporary and lifeless, Till all tongues are tied in fearful sadness. Write something I'm giving up on you. Thoughts healed but turned into poison too. Anyway I'll read you and not Vogue As editorial muscle crushes creative clout, And ink gets scrubbed off History's mouth; The victor's and the loser's versions are out. Show something I'm giving up on you. Shows healed but turned into poison too. Anyway, I've known fairies become orcs When Fulton gets replaced by Charlie's antics, And outrage is sought by setting distended ticks On minds of unsuspecting kids, glued with sepsis. Play something, I won't give up on you. I pray something can seed new hope from you. (c) nyonglema
The lion levies fear upon the jungle
But the elephant trumps all other beasts
In respect and command, for not the bloody feasts
But size, stature,sagacity are its angle.
But of all the beasts, but one will wonder
The eye and stealthily win the Darwin fight
By changing its hide, instead of cowardly flight,
To match the colour of all it ponders.