Was rather assumptive on my part. But as long as you believe in the value of your work, then i see no wrong in putting forward a price tag to it. Isitoshe columnist are paid in most cases, hata malenga pia. Hata kama hawalipi, kama watakubali wakulipe, still that would be something...What makes you think they do pay?
The tyranny of corruption, folly of gluttony
Clogging arteries til ruptured, brutally
Men reduced to rascals, with guilty sweat beads perspiring
Like greedy pastors, for loot they're conspiring
Agonizing complacency, where is our rage?
Devoid of decency, depleted of courage
Like Maya's bird, we are caged, in our age?
Somebody take them to The Hague!
A wanton wanting whetted by wheat and whisky
They're whiling ,whoring willingly worse than Lewinsky
It's above pesky, selling for perks and biscuits
Quite deserving of at least some prison jumpsuits
Do the knowledge, dump these rotten politricksians
And sign up on this victorious mission
Failure is not an option for my breed
But god forbid,
Even if we fail the deed in speed
We will succeed for our seed
Such is the mind of a reformist
A thinker, a revolutionary non-conformist
I use my mind to elevate and expose corruption
Denounce the chicanery, nullify the sophistry
Condemn the ignorance, philosophically
Too many are scared, simply not there
And apathy bares, the greatest injustice there is
Inaction, resignation in the wake of world corruption
Do the knowledge, dump these rotten politricksians
And sign up on this victorious mission
This is far from a hurried tantrum vigilante
I give 'em hell, like Harry or Dante
Till they relent, are spent and give back every red cent
That's ill gained, till they confess like Perkins
I will stain this parchment, with the stink of the intenstines
Of this fratricidal monster the devil invested in
He poses with roses and forces, the face of optimum opulence
While women, men and children are swimming in pestilence
Has he no shame and a soul?
The yoke of greed will sink him deep in the floor
I dig a deep ditch, and stand tall
Separate the English from the Dutch like a street that's Wall
I can't stand those who can't move, so I move those who stand
Ya dig, I hope you understand
Do the knowledge, dump these rotten politricksians
And sign up on this victorious mission
The tyranny of corruption, folly of gluttony
Clogging arteries til ruptured, brutally
Men reduced to rascals, with guilty sweat beads perspiring
Like greedy pastors, for loot they're conspiring
Agonizing complacency, where is our rage?
Devoid of decency, depleted of courage
Like Maya's bird, we are caged, in our age?
Somebody take them to The Hague!
A wanton wanting whetted by wheat and whisky
They're whiling ,whoring willingly worse than Lewinsky
It's above pesky, selling for perks and biscuits
Quite deserving of at least some prison jumpsuits
Do the knowledge, dump these rotten politricksians
And sign up on this victorious mission
Failure is not an option for my breed
But god forbid,
Even if we fail the deed in speed
We will succeed for our seed
Such is the mind of a reformist
A thinker, a revolutionary non-conformist
I use my mind to elevate and expose corruption
Denounce the chicanery, nullify the sophistry
Condemn the ignorance, philosophically
Too many are scared, simply not there
And apathy bares, the greatest injustice there is
Inaction, resignation in the wake of world corruption
Do the knowledge, dump these rotten politricksians
And sign up on this victorious mission
This is far from a hurried tantrum vigilante
I give 'em hell, like Harry or Dante
Till they relent, are spent and give back every red cent
That's ill gained, till they confess like Perkins
I will stain this parchment, with the stink of the intenstines
Of this fratricidal monster the devil invested in
He poses with roses and forces, the face of optimum opulence
While women, men and children are swimming in pestilence
Has he no shame and a soul?
The yoke of greed will sink him deep in the floor
I dig a deep ditch, and stand tall
Separate the English from the Dutch like a street that's Wall
I can't stand those who can't move, so I move those who stand
Ya dig, I hope you understand
Do the knowledge, dump these rotten politricksians
And sign up on this victorious mission
...This is crucifiction of poetry...
Proficient potentate perfectly puncuating, painting pictures with post-modernist Polaroid purity
Pulling plugs, polling politics, pouting punditry poetry and philosophy
Protesting pandemic poverty, poor people's pope popping packets of phenomenal plans
Paratrooping platoon pioneer pulsating photons in pages, promoting powerful podcasts plastering the past.
Parisian putain! pollinating puny punny from Puteng, Palahala, Poughkeepsie to Peking
Proved pressure, point provider, paradox producer,parent of plenty prolific proclamations
Paton of this pattern, patron of this parking,
My pricking picking, pregnant with pristine pondering and pursuant professing, puts the ploretariat protection poignantly permanent
Thats 72 P's y'all
Shall I continue?
...ooh, Please go ahead Suki and give us the resurrection of poetry!!
To be able to say, for instance, P Diddy is wacky rapper, do you have to be a better rapper than P Diddy ?
...ooh, Please go ahead Suki and give us a resurrection of poetry!!
Resurrection of poetry is elemetary
not found in the babbling of madmen
nor in the flaunting of the arrogant...
To be loved and understood
Utanisamehe if my 'thought' crossed your mind as an attack on any of the outstanding poets in this thread.
However,my belief and thus concern, lies on the ability of poetry to reveal realities of our harsh world in a way that is best explained by those granted with an eye for the internal beauty it grants.Somewhere along the line 'I' lost the peacefullness that peotry brings and that,my friend,confirms my alarm.Choice of diction as a medium in this process is the heaviest toils that a poet has to go through-with a clear image of her/his audience at the back of her/his mind.
In a poem,words are to be loved and not feared,understood and not looked upon as stumbling blocks to the understanding of truth already choked in the cluster of emotional concoction.
gademu Nyani... the lines were literally flowing....