If all dreams came true
The world would be full of nightmares
The inner rags of politics
Always swarm with a liturgy of lies
Wrong rights and right wrongs are inseparable cousins
The choice sometimes chooses the chooser
Kenimani* stands on the hill
Watching the world drown in its own tears
“We bleed when cut”
The Tree Tribe declares to the greedy axe
Accidents don’t just happen
They are caused in actual terms
A wise creditor never misses
A prayer for his debtor’s welfare
Having graduated from their blackness
They are now proud members of Honorary White Caste
The lobster boasts it is a champion scorpion:
Tell it to show the world the fire in its tail
When I become the Emperor of Theatre
I will proclaim the Anti Impersonation Decree
Put a small man in a big office
Watch him reduce that office to his puny size
If you throw a stone into a crowded market
The missile may land on your mother’s head
*Ill-wisher; mean and selfish person
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