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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Sunday, 18 October 2015

Is this what you want?

(A desolate Home)
Is this what we want?

Running from the only place you call home,
fleeing scorching heat and consuming penury,
having reaped apart the ozone and made it war-torn,

Is this what we want?

Sharing diarrhoea in blue GM Tumpeco mugs,  
a wild fire of disease as if we're not already morbid-
dwelling in inhumane greed distorting economic activity,

Is this what we want?

Living on the planet like match sticks in a matchbox,
God said fill the globe so we've unleashed libido-
to multiply in number and then divide in unity,

Is this what we want?

Sleeping nude for it is hot as balls,
their resting temperature is 92-97°. 
mosquitoes will rejoice in our nudist colony,

Is this what you want?

Sleepless nights amid dreadful buzzing sounds. 
cultivated swamps spewing swarms of mosquitoes,
malaria like a holocaust taking worthy lives.

Is this what we want?

Tree watching in your house made of fine veneer, 
rock climbing in five star malls, fishing in aquariums,
bird watching only in the history of Nat Geo wild,

Is this what we want?

Seeing roses and flowers in our phone memories,
or in names of daughters Rosa and tulip,
as mother earth ails and woes over her deceased, 

Is this what we want?

Cars morphing into boats sailing afloat flash floods,
cows and goats swimming like dogs dropped in ponds,
you've seen this out in new Orleans and down in Bwaise,

Is this what we want?

Small things leading to big things-
one cut tree; draught; conflict; war
horrid draught led to heinous war in Dafur,

Is this what we want?

Fixing cracked up and buckled driveways,
run down homes and broke bridges,
why greater need yet pot holes are unfilled,

Is this what we want?

Failing to plant seed over densely infested land, 
buried in polythene bags, bottles, airtime cards,  
Veblen goods we purchase to make us feel conceited, 

Is this what we want?

Envisage a raging sun after surviving ice age. 
yet when things burn- remnants are ashes.
I'd rather be preserved than cause the irreversible?

Is this what we want?

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