Wherein lies the horizontal comradeship
Of imaginary nationhood?
Arteries are clogged in seditious hearts.
Blazing red Satan’s eloquence…
A soul surgery – subverting scriptures and naïve history.
Misconstrued notions and divisive fragments
Make and mar a piecemeal nation.
Our earth, always a melee of shared memories…
Shifting identities – rooted and fluid.
Left or right, green or orange
Make it greener, make it fruitful
Juicy sweet, not salty-bitter.
Nuggets of pure iron imbibe rusty gold
Immersed in dregs of opiated ideology.
Polluted environs, asphyxiating politics
Millennials gasp for want of fresh air.
Oxygenate them dear mentors
Should they inherit a Lost Paradise???