NEW NEWS! The Man-Chaser United Cham-pions who were physically and politically wounded by the KiiRiek War of the Seat are now being fiscally and psychologically wounded again by the CMC (Crisis Mismanagement Co, Ltd). This morning, the boomerang is that they are staging another coup attempt in front of the parliament, J1, OoP, Garang Mausoleum, etc. (asking him why he is snoring down there while he is ignoring them up here?). Somebody is just fulfilling my book one by one...before I even publish it...! *** Theme G CORRUPTION Poem 290 PARASITES IN PARADISE In this very starving continent Is a pretty staving contentment. As the majority wallow in turbulence, They, minority, swallow in succulence. Now the best thrive in object firmaments, As the rest strive with abject permanence. These rich tots, they rob with violence, But the poor sods, they sob in silence. Who made the simmering parasites Managers of shimmering paradise? *** Poem 291 THE DISEASE OF THE DECEASED Once today they die in salary, Or yesterday they died at Calvary, Their names others do eat. Their children they do starve. Therefore, the widows and orphans go to hell, Before their martyrs souls arrive in Heaven. As if they are the ones who killed their parents, The living lords have become the disease of the deceased. *** Poem 292 THE BULLET IN THE GULLET Look at that mans throat, That protrusion of gloat. What was it, what is it? Adams Apple, isnt it? That he cannot ingest, Neither can he egest. The PhD of corruption, That undergoes irruption, In an explosion all of a sudden, Lets man lose his Garden of Eden. All gullible governments gourmands, The gourmets and their abyssal demands On our rare freedom hard earned by bullets, Will have the atomic bullet stuck in their gullets. *** Poem 293 IMMUNITY BY IMPUNITY Mr. Benydit, You take peoples life, Yet you aint any god, You take property live, In the watch of the poor sod, Now that you are caught Cheating your own community, What…tell this court?! But I have the immunity, A fully selected and elected leader Of, for and by the very community That told me to climb their ladder, Boss blessed with not only immunity, But also with their impunity. So what…tell me, court!? *** SOURCE: Book Title: The Black Christs of Africa Chapter 21: The Leftovers (A Book within A Book, By Isaac Abu-Izaach) Poems: (From 290 to 193) Poet: Jon Pen de Ngong Gestation Period: 06-06-06 to 12-12-12 Status: Not yet Launched. (Photo: July 9, 2011; by Jon Pen)
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