Tuesday 25 November 2014

Where the ships come to die


As the workers climb to feel

A whole mountain of steel

one worker watches as other dismantles

a navy ship in a ship breaking yard

This is a place where the ships come to die

ho o fear no more oh brother 
I am here to pry, to cry



The cranes, the trolleys, the welding jet and the wrecking balls

lurking to devour its prey like a law passed by the parliament

Inch by inch and foot by foot it melts

like the skin of a self-incinerating Tibetan monk

This is a place where the ships come to die

ho o fear no more oh brother 
I am here to pry, to cry



The ships abrade away slowly and slowly

As the migratory birds realizes their perching place shrinking

It’s a way of living for the thousands

Hazardous but then their only call or they fall

This is a place where the ships come to die

ho o fear no more oh brother 
I am here to pry, to cry



The fumes from the metal cutter giving him cancer

The radioactive waste, the polluted environment

the toxic derbies, the dying planet and the molesting corporations

He care any less for them or the breathing masks

He just wants some money to subsist

Like a slave who only want to live another day

Freedom is a pipe dream, only for the rich

Either you work or you die in a famine

This is a place where the ships come to die

ho o fear no more oh brother 
I am here to pry, to cry



The cremation continues in the night

When the flames and the sparks are flying

in the sky like a swarm of fireflies executing a ritual

the queue of lights illuminating on a distant port

is the only hope for the industrious souls

This is a place where the ships come to die

ho o fear no more oh brother 
I am here to pry, to cry



On a turbulent dawn, the work don’t halt

When the wind and waves are teeming in

A storm is coming in, mumbling, grumbling,

The half razed ship that looks like wreckage

But the people are bigger threat than the cyclone

Like an old war veteran waiting for

a bullet than dying of Alzheimer’s, the pain, the agony

hoooo howaaa This is a place where the ships come to die

ho o fear no more oh brother 
I am here to pry, to cry

Monday 17 November 2014

Rhyming

The Guard is sleeping.
The bird is yearning.
The Bard is subsisting.
The F-word is overused.
The thirds are juiced.
The slate board is void.

The ombudsman is procrastinating. 
The prophet is plagiarising. 
The liberator is charging. 
The prey is patronising. 
The border is augmenting.
The fear is persisting. 

The family is abasing. 
The farms are crying. 
The food is overwhelming. 
The baby is starving. 
The haven is razing.

The women are floozing coz 
The men are boozing. 
Humans are oozing. 
Demons are undaunted. 
Fragile is the Fortifying. 
Stronghold is lying.

The motherhood is out for betting. 
The childhood is worth dying. 
Perseverance is extincting. 
Religious is what avid logging. 
Only Drugs are calming.

The things we are selling, 
The Gods are not buying. 
The Television is blinding. 
The Expressway is hindering. 
The goodness is rectifying. 

The Omens are slying.
The Karma is bullying.
The signs form the above are forging.
and 
The destiny is beguiling.

Forget what i am yapping. 
Those weren't the preachings 
just some facts i ain't implying. 
Its just a myth, these trees ain't dying.
I am happy as i am,
believe me coz i am flying.
this isn't a song nor a poem
Why the hell am i Rhyming?