Poem || IF WE ARE HAPPY

You mean this is how we are -

A Canaan clan flooding
With crude and cranium
But kingpin minority filling
Tummies and tanks
With barrels of manna
And communal majority
Licking tears and saliva

Is this the way we are -
Perpetuating the kingdom
With concentric circles of
Seniel chiefdom in
Clones and colours not
In tandem with a beautiful
Tomorrow
The masses blindfolded and handcuffed
Millaround haploid, hopeless!

So this is how we actually
Are, beatitude of psychopaths
And schizophrenics

Painting pictures of posh houses
When in wilderness we dwell
And hailing ceremonial applauds
Carrying placards caught by camera when within
Myraids wail of ulcers and
Lethargy and grope without hope

So we have become
This is unbecoming
Rude with our crude
To rule and divide
And divide and rule
With a tool of trade
As potent as a bomb
We lay thousands withouttombs
As though they were not
Born by a woman
But in personal pockets
Those piffles pride
Despite the claim we do
All for just clan's sake!

If we are happy the
Way we are
Courting strikes
Steadily
Burning clergies
Readily
Cutting subsidies
Subtly,
Turning schools
To shoals
Running down truths
And rocking equity boats
Then we are cut-out
For cocoons
True baboons we are
Though you must count me out!