an inheritance haiku

dead be dust or ash  

children are our only souls

don’t leave them in hell

©bg 2019

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When the guns reported live

I played my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

High up in a trees crow nest

Underneath

Clouds that promise thunder   

I played my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb  star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

 

He was born with arms made for hugging

But he exchanged them for cold metal arms  

Then he went out mad to do some slugging

And the world sore how hate speech harms

 

When the guns reported back

Hate hate hate hate

When the guns reported back

Hate hate hate hate

and children’s bodies piled up high

and children’s bodies piled up high

 

The bullets lead with no loving questions

to fifty children they gave the kiss of death

Don’t blame us for this one man’s aggressions

Say politicians with the same foul breath

 

As the guns reporting  back

Hate hate hate hate

as the guns reporting back

Hate hate hate hate

while children’s bodies pile up high

while children’s bodies pile up high

 

I still play my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

High up in a trees crows nest

Underneath

Clouds that promise thunder   

I still play my ten broken guitars

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

©bg 2019

 

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hey folks the ten guitars lyrics by Engelbert Humperdinck that i  refer to in my poem are  highlighted in green.

 

walking through a righteous wonderland

im drinking cuba libres at my favorite bar

watching the harbour drowning the fish

listening to a clown playing a crack guitar

watching the harbour drowning the fish

in the water i see future reflections

fetuses fall from plagued filled clouds

in the water i see future reflections

mirrored cities melting into plastic seas  

on the cover of time i see billionaires

i hear their lawyers scoop up their scat

on the cover of time i see villainaires  

i hear their lawyers love singing scat

out the backdoor of my mind i’m tripping

there’s a wall off money lining tight pockets

out my backdoor my numbed minds unzipping

my neighbours out making deals with rockets

i go walking on a xenophobics utopia planet

white washed textbooks grow like cotton

i go walking on a xenophobics utopia planet

fact bugs sound sweet but soon smell rotten

on the cover of time i see billionaires

i hear their lawyers scoop up their scat

on the cover of time i see villainaires  

i hear their lawyers love singing scat

©bg 2018 

the creation of shit holes

donald trump
took a dump
on the world
as his tongue unfurled
he licked the west clean
as under his ruling thumb
the mexican jumping bean
he tried to crush like a crumb

the rest he left shit hole brown
as he adjusted his golden crown
like the Wests kings and queens
who raped and plundered the Rest
leaving those lands in smithereens
once upon a time in history
when under the elites yoke
the rest suffered so much misery

then

 the capitalists got the joke
and they took over the yoke
raping and plundering
till those countries were broke
and they needed loans and aid
guess who sold them a band-aid
without cleaning up their mess
while playing their Monopoly chess

why

twas those
with an upturned nose
who say their arses are smart
for knowing the shit holes of the globe
cause that’s where they go farts
and to do their business
and practice their dark arts
without any witnesses
but
to be totally fair
i guess they’ll shit anywhere
including over their own
that they feel they don’t own
cause they think
they’re not homegrown

but

to be totally fair
they’ll go anywhere
if laws say youse behaves
or
if at home their slaves
demand a better wage
why they’ll just move off stage
and leave their hometown
a living moaning ghost town
yep
another
shit hole they have made
dear mother
liberty

©bg 2018