Poems by Leonard Dabydeen

 
Poems by Leonard Dabydeen
 
 
 
DEVIANT ARE US
 
How much of this good Life in us we know
That sparks a storm like tornado coming
When the aberrant reveals we know so
Only waiting to strike without thinking.
 
On the spur of a moment feet pump gas
And wheels ride oe’r innocent passersby
Who ramble and scramble in a morass
Shrieking and screaming with echoing cry.
 
Who are we to decide consonant norms
To aggregate attributes to aspire
And for us to appropriate social forms
When beast in each of us sees no desire.
 
If we nurture Life like Nar’da Muni
Deviance will be controlled scrutiny.
 
 
THE ABYSS
(a terzanelle poem)
 
This is the abyss where man falls into,
where he bluntly refuses to listen
to any advice, or truth hitherto.
 
It’s where his mind-set is caustic, brazen
to the point of seeing everything fake,
where he bluntly refuses to listen.
 
Where Covid-19 spreads, it’s a mistake;
the number of deaths absolutely false:
to the point of seeing everything fake.
 
Even though his surrogates show repulse,
his callousness bares this affront be true:
the number of deaths absolutely false.
 
His conniving actions bare truth in cue,
without a doubt, vote against him is fraud;
his callousness bares this affront be true.
 
Tomorrow’s tantrums will be heard aloud.
This is the abyss where man falls into,
without a doubt, vote against him is fraud;
to any advice, or truth hitherto.
 
 

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