The Odds
By Chisenga Malama
Time is running, Like Mr. Bolt
And contemplating, Is now or never
Because putrid is all over,
Stand like a Pyrex
Simply stand straight
With no pyretics
Against the rot
For the note is slowly dying
and pillars are slowly placating
And Now
Viragos are like vicious vipers
Rapes and lynching’s
Are virally virescent like a virelay
Be impotent not
Be a casualty of power not
For catacomb is casuist goldmine
But the energy of youth be enlightened
For humanity, has been looted and squeezed
By power, abuse, violence, greed and corruption
Be not warped or warpers.
1 comment
Blessington - 9 July 2018 12:44
For another poet like me reading this it’s clear and awsome .
for any usual reader the grammar is an ambiguous tantrum.
Big words are fun to use
But getting them out there ,they have to understand you dude
I don’t qualify as a judge,just my honesty
Telling this from experience,it’s the best policy ……