By Noel Ihebuzor
Weeds of woes grow
as wants groan and drone,
flourish when frail shallow deeds
dance and dither puny,
piddle and idle, while
needling needs over-hang heavy,
in a darkling sad sky,
hunger hovers,
rages and glowers,
as hollow bellies rumble,
howling; needs shout
harsh, hoarse
hard to hide
begging vision with action
to unbind the bound,
not flash bulb shallow flourish,
done to impress,
impotent sterile whimper
dripping like dribble,
trickling away
like treacle stored
in a beautiful raffia bag
Reflections 
Oh! This is powerful. I am probably getting this wrong, but it almost seems to me to be addressing the overwhelming problems of people–hungry people, ill people, etc.–that can never be addressed by rhetoric and showmanship of politicians.
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Spot on, Susan. That is the message I wanted to get across! Thanks, you are such a sympathetic reader.
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Easy to be a sympathetic reader of a poet who shouts when he sings. I have something in my mind about being bandaged with words about this very thing.
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You are so kind, Susan and these words of a great poet like you encourage and challenge!
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Yes, it’s very effective – I found the final image of the senseless waste just dripping away, all that potential for life and beauty, just so strong.
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really liking this, strong use of words
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Thanks, Bruce. strong words were only way to capture the gravity and sadness of the issue at hand
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