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Sunday, February 11, 2018

The P_, his family and cohorts have zero distinguished themselves - A Poem By a Voltaire

The person who sent me this (thank you) signed off as Voltaire. It is a poem.


The P_ and his cohorts

May gloat on what seems a win 

On the delusion of grandeur 

And Illusion of dignity won

By criminals, serial thieves, murderers, 

Looters, losers, liars, plunderers and rapists

Living in parasites paradise within 

The confinement and walls of

Exclusivity and egoistic entitlement



The contaminated virus of their

Plastic variances of vanities 

Seen, heard and felt is

Corrupted by inflated invincibility,

Copulating in greed

Populating on pomposity 

Laughing and inflicting 

The nation with unprecedented ills 

The likes of which has never been

Seen, heard or known

Reap just rewards, they will.



Each Will be subject to the

Contemptuous spittle of our curses

For they know not the foul mood

Their smallness, littleness,

Pettiness or meanness, has cast 

Grief and grievances

Upon a nation whose SON is cast in 

A dungeon of valour for

The shame of a nations sacrifice

The Misappropriation of justice 

The honour of a nation chained

If they knew, felt, saw or understood

Stupid and stubborn as they

They would know that

Nothing will assuage the anger of the citizens 


We who are past the difference 

Of your idea of ethnicity

We who are past the dissonance 

Of your division by faith

The Pendatangs that you call us

Accept and love as our own

Our Brother Rafizi Ramili.

He needs no status, 

He needs no awards or titles, 

He has earned what no Titled head

PM or the elite has achieved:

Our esteem and affection without claim.


Have you the P_, your family and cohorts 

Won or distinguished yourself, on any matter?

NO, NONE, ZERO, Period, Full stop!


Let us with kindness comfort

Console each of you, In advance 

For the rejection of your inevitable

Dejection which is bound to happen

Our common spittle 

Free of rage, rancour and malice is,

Awarded as highest and vilest honour

In recognition of your untiring  

Persistent efforts of mediocre thievery.



The unbelievable notoriety and nightmare,

Thrust upon this Nation

As evidenced and resident in your actions

Does emit from the constitution 

Of flesh, blood and bones

The irony of which is not lost upon us

Richly deserving and blessed

Are you of spittle and dung

How we dream and wish 

It could be a whole lot more.


VOLTAIRE 


My comments :  

'There she blows'  - when a whale was sighted
That was before. Good men were knighted.

Now it is more blighted. There she blows.
Could be a hippo's fart. Morons delighted.

Zero is his achievement. Nothing comes to mind.
Even the tunnels he built, over paid over borrowed.
Our money, our time.

Unintelligence jumps at us.
Screechy voice, stupid appearances.
Limp wristed, feminine stances.
In the native lingo, like a transvestite 

This one they call a leader
History will spit, grave will be shit.
His own people will bleach themselves
To unstick the piss 

Could be a hippo's fart.



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