To be but cattle, or not…: A poem 

What makes a leader  a hate breeder?  Clutching at power  Like sepals at a flower  The masses are herded like cattle  The bricks of freedom are all too brittle  Hope’s moon doesn’t shed light  against clouds of arrogance, and goes out of sight  Power is the famine of individual rights  when evil pugilists win the fights Continue reading “To be but cattle, or not…: A poem “

In the wilderness of ignorance: A poem 

I feed my fears like a child  Thinking of the cruelty of the wild  The hunger and panic of the hunt and kill  And our world ruled by an oligarchy’s will  That wisdom is slaughtered by advocacy  No storms of awakening in a cup of tea  The stones of civilisation have no roofs  History, albeit,Continue reading “In the wilderness of ignorance: A poem “

A bald patch has no match: Just for laughs 

The unfortunate baldie would seldom revel at his barren disposition. For he’d really be scratching his scalp over why the weather winds wickedly over some heads. Like this naked head who visited the shrink and said: “Doctor, I’m having hair-raising nightmares.”  But for those who have been scouring the four corners of the world, soContinue reading “A bald patch has no match: Just for laughs “