He sat on his masters laps On a ride through town Gazing at other passengers With a smile on his content face A joyous companion on a bus ride Across Babylon
Here the Babylon dogs eat to their fill Stroll in parks as of right With a watchful loving master or mistress Standing guard None dare touch a lucky doggy Whose right is guaranteed by law
In another land of a different kind The people walk in fear Some eat while other starve in silence Sad faces masked by a powder-coating of pretence If they even gesture in seeming defiance This signals arrests and harrashment From an evil establishment Filled with callous sons and daugthers of the soil Theirs is a sad lot
In contrast the lucky doggy in Babylon Goes about his daily life With neither fear nor foe For these are perils None existent even in his dreams So heaven is home to him assured But in that land of a diferrent clime The poor folks live theirs in hellbound bonds Wondering what knife can cut them lose
So lucky doggy in Babylon jives As he thrives on justice for all Even animals are so encompassed But down yonder land The folks sit under a heavy yoke Heavy on their shoulders Threatening to choke Their sorry breaths But none dare protest For fear of an almighty reprisal From a power so evil So walk on in sadness To early graves Or a dark penitentiary Which is dubbed a hotel of sorts
Kaan,This is really good,you are talented,one for the book. (I hope that you are keeping all your poems safely and not on bits of paper or solely on a computer,dates are also important. What an I talking about ?, its your stuff do as you please nothing to do with any one else
"Simple is good" & I strongly dislike politics. You cannot defend the indefensible.
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Posted - 25 Jun 2011 : 16:00:45
, its your stuff do as you please
