Grief stricken time,
Gripped by sluggish epochs,
Self centred myopia,
Utopia a fallacy,
Not plotted on Google maps of politics.
People’s aspirations held hostage,
Leaders cast aspersions to while away time,
Creating ways to cling to power for prolonged terms,
To loot,
To amass,
And change policies before vision is restored to the blinded multitudes.

Poverty harping on the same string,
Strumming,
Humming,
The poor sings and swings
to hypnotising tunes of a better life in the horizon,
Chasing hopes,
Chasing own tails,
Twisted realities embraced as fate.

Epoch apocalypse,...