Wish I had That Chest

Wish I had that chest
Measuring 56inches
Wish I had that tongue
That all duel clinches!

Wish I had that skill
That twists the words
Wish I had that stone
To kill two flying birds!

Wish I had the hordes
To raise me overhead
I'd be the high heaven
To eat of god's bread!

Devotees to shout my name
On the roads and media
I know they'll all vanish
But I 'll be in encyclopaedia!

A man of clay I'm here
A bag of flesh and bone
Today I move on the earth
Tomorrow I will be gone!

Xavier Bage
Tuesday, December 18, 2018

This Foul Poisoned Air

Lies and twists truths he

Over the speakers loud,

His sins he so cleverly

Hides under a holy shroud!

Misleading the simple folk

To dark forests of doom,

Where they find him a deliverer

 to bring greater gloom!

One lifted over the heads

Above the gullible minds

Has torn the soul of the soil

Thrown the pieces to winds!

How many will be victims

Of this foul poisoned air!

How many years will pass

For our thoughts to be fair!

Xavier Bage

Tuesday, Dec 04, 2018