Poetry: Gravy Train Drip by Don Beukes

Genre: Political

Implosion confusion citizens losin decay disruption fake faction no illusion anarchaic mismanagement they don’t dare say it but we know it misfed masses chew on promised molasses the need for upliftment infectious their leader his ravenous hounds their nemesis how to sweet talk this deepening the apocalyptic political gravy couldron abyss who to dismiss let’s fight this corrupt cancerous spasms deepen our country’s evolutionary chasm creating an ever widening crevasse how to deal with this the people first clench your fists in realisation the leaders plotting perfecting our damnation our rainbow nation infected false oracles elected wake from your sedated slumber or eternally regret it racial dischord still playing a dangerous note remove your visionary peel gather to once again cause our nation to heal allow the next generations to soar weed out the political flaw or would you welcome a future accusatory war? Time has long since passed for robotic political cultural obedience it’s time to remove ravenous festering fiends stop moaning and amass once again to remove a system failing let’s cause a final incision now is the time to imprint your desperate decision extract the political vermin infecting you with a gold dust slime filled old revised simmering sermon do not neglect our human intellect rise my people rise once again to fully exercise your right to change the current order squeeze out failing fodder tighten their rotten collar rise my people rise halt their obvious demise your actions might root out unscrupulous political factions ensure you do not become miscalculated human fractions once again unite and if you must even usurp to stop the ongoing rotten gravy train drip rise my people rise the time is now any means any how liberate once again a nation still on the mend…

© Don Beukes

Author of ‘ The Salamander Chronicles,’

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