Last Caress

A silent tear on the barren sands,
My heart, the stone, now a pulpy mess,
Shaky legs and quivery hands,
No time as much as a last caress......

Greed

Oh my lord the giver of all,
On whom does the fault lay,
Through an eye a sea of suffering,
Heaps of gold through the other!

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Life for me the raging sea,
Time the waves that it bequeath,
And the place the sun meets the sea,
Bereft of spite the sea beneath!

Surfing through the watery realm,
This spectacle a frequent thorn,
Voices abate, Spirits overwhelm,
Another one swallowed with scorn!

Switchfoot till the waves recede,
A sigh of momentary relief,
A wayward mind and a haggard heart,
Now prepare to drown with grief.......

Gluttony

A smile on my face, this spectacle I see,
The luxuries of few precede the necessities of the rest,
Spews blood at the stench of the acrid fumes,
Richly manacles on the poor man's breast!

On the anvil strikes the blow,
Wields the weapon the gluttonous few,
Like in the jungle the once frivolous doe,
Now looks in vain at the luring dew!

Angels from heaven.......

The verdure of my barren lands,
Hearts as selfless as pure gold,
Longish coasts of cogent sands,
All my dilatory instincts sold!

No claque at a sold-out show,
No man at the political helm,
Profound to know and a pride so low,
Angels from heaven, spirits overwhelm!