Monday, May 19, 2014

A Country Sacrificed by Pot-Bellied Men

Clot and clog
And hazy fog
And blinded search
For endless nights
Chasing shadows
You do not see
Yet yourself allowed
For glutton's greed
And now we all pay
For your foolish sins
For your pot-belly's feed
And your harlots' seed
Through your crank's minute spit
For your careless vice
For your love of dice
Look where you brought us;
Was it all worth
a country's sacrifice?

© Bonyo Buogha 2014