Perilous, It Is Perilous
1.
In the earth’s corners
flames are howling
Ammunition’s hitting
Death heaves forward
Nations head-butting
Habitually, day and night
Some are underwater
Some kneecap men down
Some are in dispute
As politics divides
Some are catatonic
Some are in combat
Some contemplate
Inclined to vendettas
Some capitulate
Leave in collapse
It’s the human curse
To be cruel to each-other
Consuming the earth
This is the puzzle
2.
In the earth’s corners
A leader; advisor
The heedless behind him
Meandering mindless
With access to weapons
Will this never stop?
When was the cow milked?
A bucket of blood
How was it was lulled?
With a hail of bullets
Some are diseased
Hungry and desperate
Muddied in ignorance
Dirtied and calloused
Some are enflamed
Some are encouraging
Enumerating oil
Against aimless floating
The global accounts
This is the puzzle
3.
In the earth’s corners
Some are still fearful
The dust is stirred
Some still believe
Mediation can soothe it
They sacrifice truth
If only all Africans
Speaking with drums
Their faces defiant
Called with one clear voice
Heroes of South Africa
You were degraded
The Middle-East
Was laden with grief
The Horn of Africa
Is now the target
It’s the human curse
To be cruel to each-other
Consuming the earth
This is the puzzle