“Dark Clouds.”

Thursday, August 10, 2006

“Dark Clouds.”

dark clouds heighten our fears
of impending storms
imprisoning our hopes
in a mirror of silences
we weave mosaic of prayers
in a broken liturgy of repentance
hoping for a heavenly salvation
from the dumps of societal excrement.

in a matchbox constructed
from empty tins and cardboards
from old car parts and rusty metals
our weary eyes look on with hope
fooled by t.v. commercials and sweet talks
our shacks remains dwarfed by
towering skyscrapers
of government ministers and millionaires
one world on two different stilts.

toiling the streets daily
mocked by silent eyes
and seamless laughter
i look for bottles to earn
a rationed day’s living
while tinted glass limousines
with ‘MP’ number plates
zoom past
ministers in three piece suits
with backseats of lipstick girls
head for exclusive hotels
to drink and fuck on our poverty
and ignorance.

i look up
just to feed on the
dust and smoke from their cars
not knowing that our hopes
have been falsely raised
by double-tongue lizards
with countless promises.


the preceding calmness
is but a cobweb of trickery
a disguise
of an impending storm
which will sweep us
out of our hopes: out of our existence
while still singing
‘this world is not my home’.


Regis Stella

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