by the sleight of the hand triumphant
you have swooped on our barn like vultures
our storehouses shall be empty hereafter
advancing like the desert whirlwind blinding co-travelers as you carted away our treasures
blowing over ancient landmarks men no longer find their paths in the sand of time
as greedy as the grave elevated roguery into an art plundering with both hands
swifter you are than the leopards at dusk
holding the yam and the knife you enact laws against the weak
kiss don’t tell your new motto be caught the only indiscretion
sowing the wind you reap the whirlwind
living in prison houses and monstrous gates
lurking assassins behind paved walls
bloated children glued to a silver screen
never breathing outside your cell-cages
having gang raped our virgin
her sapless drooping breasts no longer give suck
taking flights to distant lands far from distress
purchasing merchandise with the people’s might
trading your soul for a morsel of bread
hoarders of filthy lucre men with famished souls
