On Balance

All the days shimmering flurries stir belligerent people

Seeking, and serving, not their brother’s better interest, neither

Their sister’s, mother’s, father’s, cousin’s, favourite budgie’s, rather

 

Leathering, lathering, taking up, and to task, to town, acute brouhahas

Circling a prey at night, eyes set, aglowing; rival tigers

Follow a wrathful vengeance; equity behind closed doors

 

Fired up animation draws out deepest depths of grief,

Into a place sway makes its own, they troupe their colours,

Surmising a pride they rise, impress, in their own seemings

 

Caught by that sheen within fair bubbles, they’re entrapped,

All trials bleak without, stand staring in, are counted set-aside;

Nor burdensome matter; no not against concupiscent pique

 

Beyond the shimmer sheen of glossy bubble-pearls a tract

Of hinterland; a wilderness where range aplenty pains

Where numbers press their cursive livings humble, unpreferred

 

Eking, not eating, muniment withholden, and entreaty none:

The world: its everyday condition, ably stings so many

Where then is the roomy mandate bids such large inventory?

 

See, see, celebrity, a favoured puff of smokes, upvote palavas;

Blether together consumed disputing – wellaway!

To whom might the money go, how much, and ever

 

Fair life’s unfair; their life-zone’s high indulgence

Squabbles at earnings offering relative effulgence

Men wear the skirt and women wear the trousers

 

Looking like peeping Toms in one another’s houses

Bristling each one at neighbour’s classy sofas

Bemoaning the other’s gain; their own selves losers

 

All forbearance of greater latitude besunken like a plumb

Let them all dig rare earths in swamps under the gun

Be this the venue this year; jolly treat, exotic fun!

 

Angola Getaway!

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