CLOSED EDGE

A POEM

CLOSED EDGE

23^rd MAY 2012 12:27PM

GEORGE KYOMUSHULA

The blade of the beggar,

Isn’t so sharp comparing the ones of invaders,

A dwarf on a ladder, wanted to see how come the economy of the beggars to be owned by invaders,

The greedy is so big, riches get wealthy because they collect coins from them beggars,

 Economic criminals cry wolves too,

“Don’t push us because we’re close to the edge,

We’re lying not to lose our heads”

They can’t see sharpen hard knock life edge on the side of our necks?

we aint crying cause we know we slowly dying,

Nevertheless poverty will lose our heads,

Poor ! we ask why always us for God’s sake,

A broken neck to nod a head is a bottleneck,

While the Global warming keeps slaughtering our health,

Junk foods they aint good though they looking fresh,

in Early stone age Giants used to be an African product,

Now piggy bank fattest people are made by Mc Donald’s products,

New era kids on the block sagging pants butt out, are they aiming easy to farts?

NATO Marines scuba diving in the blood swamps they always makes,

Nuclear bombs holding by the hands of paralyzed cramps,

Sky diving on air pollution, with no oxygen backpacker gas yet you cant find it as an illusion?

Your teeth are decayed yet you are dead broke but your favorite meal is Burger and Coke,

If you are sensing that is binary fusion, intoxicated anywhere you locate,

Overcome the intimacy like the one of an Afro American-white supremacist Clayton ,

I’m not portraying all blind men are Clown,

But all I’m saying there are many Uncle Toms whom their eyes are well see the insight.

-Kyomushula.