Size matters,
big good, bigger better
and this hunch back mind frame
begotten of the cult of quantity
slowly overruns and over turns sense
the ramparts of value breached
size soon deforms, corrupts
Our world staggers,
drunk, awash with situations
Teary, tearing and tiring
where the over size bank account nourishes
the under size conscience,
shrinking and wilting
values lost, morals flown, soul in slow decay
nearby, the lad with the over sized chest,
six packs and biceps in riot
muscle bound, more bran bland
brain draining blank
Size defines all, limits him,
The lure and the law of the raw,
Brute force supreme
the beauty in the simple lost
in simple equations of the big
with good, more with best
his undersize emotions
seek solace but suffocate
In the heaving over scented bosom of the lass
mammary implant oversize,
her ever enlarging wardrobe
celebrating waste,
happily co-habiting with her shrivelling soul
the well glossy manicured nails
contrast with the growing dirt
and darkening gloom within
that houses a withering mind,
and a soul that festers
In wide and poorly lit corridors
politicians jostle around
with their over -size vocabulary
their obese ambitions and hypertrophied egos
undeterred by their under size self-knowledge
atrophied and stunted consciences
feed and are fed upon by that hunger
that always eats up the entrails,
never abating, the spiritual bankruptcy
despite fat bank accounts
the social void, the empty vision
the oedema of the malnourished conscience
condemned to always seep of a sop,
that creates more thirst,
forces more drinking to forever drink and know no satiation
and drunk and drowned in that soggy sop that empties
and drowns the voice of reason and compassion
slowly making a victim of the misguided assumed victor
while the sad world rolls on
the loud voice of size
drowns the persistent appeals of sense,
of quality and eternal values
**** I wrote this song some time back as I worried over the situation in my country where greed and materialism had almost succeeded in snuffing out all sane values.
Noel–“where the over size bank account nourishes/the under size conscience” is simply brilliant! The whole poem works well, with its contrast of bloated, over-sized, distorted focus on the material/physical as important, while mind and spirit shrink. Very, very well done.
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I agree. It struck me as well, ‘over size bank account ….undersize conscience’. Fine verses.
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Thanks, Davina. Long time? Habari za kazi? za yumbani?
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