Pity The Nation


Devouring its own entrails
For want of better nutrition
Glued to a sofa and a screen
All the bigger all the better
All the better to eat you up

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 27, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Pity the Nation who only has lost leaders
    Vampire like, waiting to bleed us.
    Same they do not need or eat their greens
    Serve them right if their leaders turn into fiends.

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  2. We elect them, cross our fingers hoping they will do their duty selflessly while we can watch big screen.

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