That Fat Bully

That spoilt offspring, that fat bully

With swollen head and bulky hind

Shoving in the classroom

Bossing in the playground

The weak and defenseless lambs find

Standing up to her is doom

It’s foolish to utter a sound

It’s foolish to stand up to her

Her dad is the all-in-all boss

Power is his pocketed handmaid

Long deft fingers reach the treasury

Think not of profit or loss;

The plate of unearned money is before him laid

Who would call it thievery?                  

That fat bully that bulls around

The guides that mold children’s future

The learners that hold their books

The servants that bow their heads for belly’s sake

Whoever talks here of culture?

It is what pleases their haughty looks                            

Touch not, for hers is all cream and cake.

Will it be like this always, O Prophet?

No child, it can’t be, the Lord Yahweh lives

See the pages of human history

Cruel kings, emperors, dictators ruled the earth

Where are they gone; flawless justice He gives

When, where and how is a mystery

Before Him is laid all creations life, death and birth

By Xavier Bage

Thurs, Dec 17, 2015