Mixtures: by Eden Benibo
Mixtures
In my land-
There are roads,
With no signs but wonders
There are passages;
Littered with broken promises,
Leaving dwellers with wounded feats
Echoes of 'change' fills the air,
As sneezing hopes gather dust
Gradually,
Undulated zeals are diluted;
Leaving watery goals
Beyond the surface-
I see sore faces;
Curtained behind a broad smile,
A smile broad enough-
To conceal pain from blind minds¤
I see feeble hearts,
Dancing to the melodies of deceit
I see the sea thirsty¤
Laws baked in flawed flours¤
Pure pain mixed up for strength;
By the chefs of ignorance
In my land,
These roads are also rode by rogues
These passages inhabits rusted promises
The roads fight to live,
As citizens-
Are left with mixed chores
Indeed, it's a land of mixtures
It's a world where;
There are Blacks,
And there are Whites-
A chemistry that lacks differences
A fabaceae-
Which spreads across the globe¤
A display of entities;
Baked by the creator's ace
Until,
Until actions cut across reactions;
Leaving a union of separation
(amongst nations)¤
A colloidal suspension;
Where unity-
Is at its melting point,
Evaporating beyond any rating system
I've seen-
Welcomes welcomed by goodbyes¤
Shallow justice;
Dipped into deep injustice¤
Trust blended by betrayal¤
Blames passed like footballs¤
A jar of lies;
Now left ajar-
As falsehood flows,
In the Island of Truth
It's a world where;
The earth is the country,
Of both the blacks and the whites
It's a world of mixtures
It's an age where-
The noticeable is unnoticed¤
I see love curved like C's,
Forming a ditch-
Hoi polloi fall into¤
As green grasses go brown; Corruption remains the core option-
To all swinish citizens
I see,
Faded dreams;
Coloured by padded visions¤
Beauty;
Coated by sugary elements,
As sanity-
Is purged from the system¤
The price of commodities increase,
As the cost of immoralities decrease;
A costless cost,
Which leaves one in cuts
Now,
Even kids can afford porn flakes!
I see chunks of truth,
Stuck between the teeth;
Of them that tell lies
They say-
It's an age of recession
I say-
It's an age where,
The wages of erstwhile deeds are paid;
In ash and kind
I look forward to a stage,
When the four words of-
Time, hope, gain and love;
Will transcend,
The seat of deceit
A land where,
We no longer roll away roles,
As we all play our parts-
In the melodic line,
Of transmutation
A world where;
We all embrace each race,
And sieve out-
Any concoction of racism
A purpose driven age
Let us blend sanity with purpose¤
What if we-
Dish love on the plate of sincerity?
We should stir hope,
With positive actions¤
Couldn't we combine-
Merriment with a sense of value?
Our promises could be rich in truth¤
(You know)
Few drops of thick observation-
May quench a thirsty soul
It's time-
Time for us to sift all negligence,
And lift our roles from holes
Time for us to create;
A mixture of solutions
The time,
Is now!!
NB- "The value of salted words is not just the delight from the rhymes in the lines but the light from the lines in the rhymes."
Itz_Eden
©Eden Benibo
#write #right #fight #light #observe #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poet #writer #writersconnection
In my land-
There are roads,
With no signs but wonders
There are passages;
Littered with broken promises,
Leaving dwellers with wounded feats
Echoes of 'change' fills the air,
As sneezing hopes gather dust
Gradually,
Undulated zeals are diluted;
Leaving watery goals
Beyond the surface-
I see sore faces;
Curtained behind a broad smile,
A smile broad enough-
To conceal pain from blind minds¤
I see feeble hearts,
Dancing to the melodies of deceit
I see the sea thirsty¤
Laws baked in flawed flours¤
Pure pain mixed up for strength;
By the chefs of ignorance
In my land,
These roads are also rode by rogues
These passages inhabits rusted promises
The roads fight to live,
As citizens-
Are left with mixed chores
Indeed, it's a land of mixtures
It's a world where;
There are Blacks,
And there are Whites-
A chemistry that lacks differences
A fabaceae-
Which spreads across the globe¤
A display of entities;
Baked by the creator's ace
Until,
Until actions cut across reactions;
Leaving a union of separation
(amongst nations)¤
A colloidal suspension;
Where unity-
Is at its melting point,
Evaporating beyond any rating system
I've seen-
Welcomes welcomed by goodbyes¤
Shallow justice;
Dipped into deep injustice¤
Trust blended by betrayal¤
Blames passed like footballs¤
A jar of lies;
Now left ajar-
As falsehood flows,
In the Island of Truth
It's a world where;
The earth is the country,
Of both the blacks and the whites
It's a world of mixtures
It's an age where-
The noticeable is unnoticed¤
I see love curved like C's,
Forming a ditch-
Hoi polloi fall into¤
As green grasses go brown; Corruption remains the core option-
To all swinish citizens
I see,
Faded dreams;
Coloured by padded visions¤
Beauty;
Coated by sugary elements,
As sanity-
Is purged from the system¤
The price of commodities increase,
As the cost of immoralities decrease;
A costless cost,
Which leaves one in cuts
Now,
Even kids can afford porn flakes!
I see chunks of truth,
Stuck between the teeth;
Of them that tell lies
They say-
It's an age of recession
I say-
It's an age where,
The wages of erstwhile deeds are paid;
In ash and kind
I look forward to a stage,
When the four words of-
Time, hope, gain and love;
Will transcend,
The seat of deceit
A land where,
We no longer roll away roles,
As we all play our parts-
In the melodic line,
Of transmutation
A world where;
We all embrace each race,
And sieve out-
Any concoction of racism
A purpose driven age
Let us blend sanity with purpose¤
What if we-
Dish love on the plate of sincerity?
We should stir hope,
With positive actions¤
Couldn't we combine-
Merriment with a sense of value?
Our promises could be rich in truth¤
(You know)
Few drops of thick observation-
May quench a thirsty soul
It's time-
Time for us to sift all negligence,
And lift our roles from holes
Time for us to create;
A mixture of solutions
The time,
Is now!!
NB- "The value of salted words is not just the delight from the rhymes in the lines but the light from the lines in the rhymes."
Itz_Eden
©Eden Benibo
#write #right #fight #light #observe #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poet #writer #writersconnection
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