Thoughts of a nationalist (1)

  The sounds of the cymbals, Moorings of the prophets, Bitter hospitality of the hostess, Naira falls, Dollar rises Demons fall, Angels rise.   The cries of recession, Pangs of absolute poverty, Wealth flared in zealous alacrity, Prices up, standards down Aristocrats up, Peasants down.   The happiness of sorrow, Sweet choke of nemesis, Indescribable …

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Destruction

She howls like an owl Panders like the panther Pants like the deer Tweets like the birds All things are relative Polar opposite or strictly opposite The reward for works is sorrow Sweaty hands long calloused Fleshy muscles long expanded No reprieve, only despair All expenses paid, Destruction is mutual Creeping in like venom Sucking …

Expectations

Sitting on the throne Within the hallowed confide of the White House An enigmatic President trumps Shock plagues the nation The weight of expectations of a nation becomes his personal headache His policies the national interest His failures his own personal tragedy Expectations! Expectations! The office all of a sudden doesn't seem fun The national …