Albanese! Don’t be cunning with me!: A poem 

Anthony Albanese don’t dare be cunning with me!  There is no love, don’t make it worse, between you and me  Don’t tell me, you don’t your own purpose serve  I gave you a second term, when even the first you didn’t deserve  Your pretense for the Aboriginals, is how your selfishness notes  The `yes vote’Continue reading “Albanese! Don’t be cunning with me!: A poem “

Should the future be near?: A poem 

They are all fighting over Aquarius  And evil Prakash is dictating all of us  His treachery has never been our common purpose  I feel all this time is like missing the bus  What is at stake? Of it, what can we make?  Whose evil has Earth got to rake?  Can you choose between Pisces andContinue reading “Should the future be near?: A poem “

Prakash, Saul or Paul? What is your rollcall?: A poem 

When does Saul stay Saul?  And when does he become Paul?  He really has the gall  to be anything else at all  The chapter of Sol Invictus  was losing its bliss  So, he changed his colours  and settled for his molars  As it was 2,000 years onward of fish  He conveniently became that dish  HisContinue reading “Prakash, Saul or Paul? What is your rollcall?: A poem “

Can truth and justice ever have a say?: A poem 

Is the scorpion the actual poison?  Or is it poisson that makes you cry, as does an onion?  Did the fairies take my Mum to Aries?  Who tampered with my mother’s diaries?   Is it the one who did the stoning?  The one who does not want to do the penance or atoning?  Where did myContinue reading “Can truth and justice ever have a say?: A poem “

I can brave his havoc; I am never in the dock: A poem 

I have always bravely taken on the world’s leaders  Never felt afraid to ruffle their precious feathers  Never feared the suffering of punitive consequences  I am never wrong; and we all have a right to our differences  And if Prakash thinks he can hijack mine, Leo, Capricorn, Taurus  to checkmate me deviously. I will notContinue reading “I can brave his havoc; I am never in the dock: A poem “

Bravo! Brave Putin: A poem 

You didn’t break the law  History knows, they’ve always abused it  You bore their rancour  Bravery is the core of your wit  You risked isolation  Though we didn’t want destruction  Justice must get its traction  That is when good also shows no compunction  Who made the laws of the world?  The ones that committed theContinue reading “Bravo! Brave Putin: A poem “

The times are no thyme, but I’ll see the sign: A poem 

These times are, like limes, sour and bitter  My life has never been as soft as butter  I know suffering has always been my abstract daughter  But I was born with the dignity to be patient foster  My wings have been frozen every season  Yet, I have flown past every treachery and every treason  likeContinue reading “The times are no thyme, but I’ll see the sign: A poem “

It is you, Prakash, the conman, who should be conned!: A poem 

He tries to stump me in mid-sentence  with his desperate treacherous utterance  But I can regale his multi-million connivance  with sacred composure. Who is the ringmaster and who should dance?  The joke could be on me (rue, rue) or you (cuckoo)  Didn’t you, all eternity, make the truth untrue?  Whose cap do you feather betweenContinue reading “It is you, Prakash, the conman, who should be conned!: A poem “