Friday, August 28, 2009

Lost Leadership

They must go; let them go
Is what he hungers for
And thirsts for
Differs though
From shepherding sheep
The former possess possession
Latter train apprentices

Trade by barter
And men for cowries
Now cross-checked
As a compulsory history class
For both black and white being

Being being, consume the idea
Like a consumer opting
For the highest satisfaction in life
No, no modern word
Never correspond with early civilization

Replacing time-machine with voodoo
I'm a successful harvester not rich
And a cheerful giver not a philanthropist

Still have hut with thatch
Moulded for critics and opponents
Your surnames define you
All cropped in one basket
In support of today's monarch

Call me contrary; that's me
Absent repetition in my work
Although a blessing to work me through

Call man all the homos
Sapience is what he embraces
Known after origins and traces
Yet shepherds don't apply it.