Come marvel at my dance sequence
Come see me move and be witness
Be not amazed though to see no groove
Dancing emotions have no motions to move....
I am dancing in distress to buttress stress
I have poverty of desired buttons to press
Corruption cripples my motivation to move
I am seeking ways for my rhythm to improve
When I get the rhythm I shall beg steal and borrow
Or beg to borrow before I steal into my burrow
Honesty like thirst punishes the throat of the parched
With dishonesty the bad are assured of roofs thatched
My dance is now a trance as rhythm escapes my style
My motions are as right as a winter roof with missing tile
I am not chasing the winning prize of honour or integrity
Mine is a mining mode not to mend but corrupt in parity
I fear the wrath of the Lord but hear hunger pangs louder
Those that ride the groovy gravy train are colder and bolder
Honesty like brakes oppose motion and defeats progress
Forces of evil and powers of comfort are always in congress
My soul is free and my spirit pure but my vault is empty
My morals are strong but guarded by a weakened sentry
For as goodness chooses my bosom as its grand abode
Material life plays only sorry tunes that misery forebode
My house of hope and honour has a weakened foundation
Vocal cords that sung sweet melodies are in pathetic condition
I have gained tonnes of torment and lost my tones for parody
My previous floods of confidence are themselves sheer comedy
I am the serpent that goads you to trouble and misfortune
Trust me at your peril for there is no similar print of fortune
I am a representative of tentative evil sprouting from good
I am a dispirited devil son of good masquerading with a hood.
My story is a fake furrow dug in the wetness of former dry land
As true as a fake is real for it is forked out of beings of same brand
My cry is to decry corruption for some authority to issue a decree
That the corrupt must be made to burn in the fires of their final degree.
By Andrew Onalenna Sesinyi
March 10, 2012.
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