Someone’s dreams are pulverised
The suckling robbed of toothless smiles
Molested and badly brutalised
A pool of anguish in their eyes
So why do we howl about minor glitches
When a wound somewhere is too wide for stitches?
someone’s taking a last gulp of life
Misery vacuums an unborn, despised
Family planning mishaps, surmised
As tympanum echo with muted replies
So why do we pine over the price of oil
When a soul somewhere won’t even go a mile?
someone’s plunging to their demise
A livelihood ransacked by lies
Hearts ripped and discarded like old auto parts
Taste buds drool with bittersweet retorts
So why do we mope over an ingrate who left
When a home somewhere is ravaged by distress?
Somewhere, somehow, someone needs our help
So why should we become so obsessed with self?
Rest your head upon my shoulder
I will help you oust your fears
We won’t sweep them neath the carpet
With a power vac, they’ll disappear
Rest your head upon my chest
I will help unload your cares
We won’t stack them in the freezer
An oven’s lit, we’ll toss them there
When your fears are gone and cares are charred
Your head will leave its resting place
Then my heart and amiable desires
Will rest with you in faith and grace
Disdain is the new fad strutting the runway
Sending favour and mores to take their chairs
Ladies flex their arms to swing doors open
And toes trampled sore and met by sneers
Flippancy is the new favourite pastime
Someone slips and we choke in laughter’s phlegm
No one cares that youths are out of order
And elders dare not try to order them
Debauchery is a fresh trend in the streets
As fashionistas flaunt faux pas in crowd
Nursery rhymes scream lewd, in the name of rap
As swearing juveniles play ‘hiTunes’ too loud
I wonder where these trends will lead us
What will life be like in fifty years?
Will the world self-destruct or be recreated
Or will ethos continue shifting gears?