I wasn’t left, but I was left bereft: A poem 

I wouldn’t spike a dyke  But she is not what I could like  And Penny Wong, your blatant song  is all so very, very wrong  Jim Chalmers, do you have any charm?  You’re so cocksure as if you have an extra arm  And Richard Marles thinks he knows defence  Between UK and China, does it makeContinue reading “I wasn’t left, but I was left bereft: A poem “

What are you, Prakash? Blood sucker or body grabber? You seem to be both: A poem 

I see your evil grow like leaves of flowerless orchids  uglily spread from the base. I can feel your rapine stare  like torchlight in my eyes that I have to squint at  or hide away from, my treasures all at risk. When all I want to do  is to give you a blank unwelcome open-eyedContinue reading “What are you, Prakash? Blood sucker or body grabber? You seem to be both: A poem “

On simply suffering: A poem 

I am suffering immensely, for somebody else’s crimes  I am also being punished for simply biding my time  I never had a first-hand chance to wine and dine  Because I thought my duty was to pay with my life  Duty doesn’t seek restitution, nor seek any reward  There is more than closure in finding omnipotentContinue reading “On simply suffering: A poem “