I Command | Russ Cope
He stamps,
He ramps,
He tramps,
Rumbles, Grumbles,
Barks his endless orders
Blows his shrill whistle
But we are not young pups
anymore
So we don’t listen
Even as his face reddens
more and more.
He stamps,
He ramps,
He tramps,
Rumbles, Grumbles,
Barks his endless orders
Blows his shrill whistle
But we are not young pups
anymore
So we don’t listen
Even as his face reddens
more and more.
It is never that people can’t have
Opinions on issues that trouble them
In scores of ways when roads are full of potholes,
When for days even paying bills and charges there
Is no streetlight, no timely water supply or public transport,
When hospitals and schools go without doctors and teachers,
When police and justice systems underperform to the dismay of all,
Or when the expected and the promised things don’t take place for
Sheer casualness of undeserving people in positions of power and
authority.
It matters greatly that people have to speak their minds
When things don’t happen, as in all fairness of practices,
And people duty-bound to deliver dodge and diabolically dictate
Terms contrary to how they should behave in decent ways
When their arrogance and adamancy are to let loose hell
Where heaven could descend if lies and mischief were denied
A role in people’s lives to leave the world undulated with misery.