Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
The poor ischemic
with his clogging-up brain
so curdling hemic
short term memory’s bane
Pointless any polemic
beyond doubt endemic
needs no academic
to suggest systemic
Grievously no hyperbole
comes with the family tree
makes him into an absentee
fades to insularity
Shuffling around in confusion
inside the land of delusion
He carries on a lot
about urban blight
of societal rot
things not being right
While yearning for action
still without fail every day
he keeps losing traction
bogged down in most mundane fray
He digresses, slides back deplumed
self-centered, in ill humor
into role for which he’d been groomed:
The entitled consumer
who is unable to rein in his stride
though can’t be said he seriously tried
In support tepid but benign
on front lawns still a smatter
of that virtue-signalling sign
that somehow ‘Black Lives Matter’
But are we radically
finally willing attend to
not just sporadically
beyond the yard sign ballyhoo?
Are we committed to follow through
turning around what’s long overdue?
She ate a
much too cheesy
parched pizza
made her queasy
So next she orders out Chinese
As national security risked
with swiftly patriotic ease
gets the delivery person frisked
Here’s foremost what’s at stake:
that the South China Sea
stays an American lake
Surely we all agree?
Our Empire goes to great pains
to protect the world’s sea lanes!
Among lessons well to learn
about our human life:
True feats we can only earn
fought bravely for in strife
No worthwhile change comes without sacrifice
hidden most often its true purchase price
The Latin ‘vincit qui se vincit’
(‘he conquers who conquers himself’)
frees us only when we evince it
as won’t just happen by itself!
When of risk-takings we may be lukewarm
let others take’em should they care
If they need so badly to transform
then let change take place – but ‘out there’!
While we of course retain the right to reprove
those, who imply that we should need to improve
Such snide, pied words
by hunched techies riled
Their screen-filled worlds
by jargon jaunt wiled:
Nattering net nerds
in their self-fenced herds
Getting to take the backseat
on a vehicle of success
ain’t lounging in a box seat
or being gifted some largesse
The Poor do slide off the pillion
when Elite does a wheelie
who ‘earn’ yet another billion
throttling entitled, freely
The Power Elite
who rarely feels contrite
expresses its conceit:
“The Poor should’ve held on tight!”
As The Poor fall off on Life’s ride
the Elite takes it in their stride
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-pillion = here: a small cushion-like passenger seat of a motorbike
There was this (not that young) man named Brian
who went for an anti-racial buy-in
placed a BLM sign on his lawn
to show off his political brawn
and keeps it there while neighbors’ zeal dying
There was this peculiar geezer
a silly blabbermouth & teaser
but at last got wiser
then tugged on his visor
and ceased being such an appeaser