V

Another blogger challenged me to pen a poem for him in lieu of the 38 years of not receiving a prezzie from me.  The cheek ...

Anyway, being in a rather combative mood that day, I said bring it and he did.

The challenge - 38 words, 1 poem.

The words being:

talk concentrate invent states fought deeds
sort released establishments reproduce arrange indicators
punishes door version became split plots
detaching glowed shaky reform accidents eliminated
richest poems scratch learns genetically suicide
consumes administer surprise alphabet exploding faults
sister mentality

So here was my response.

I push open the door
Breaking the yoke of establishments
Released upon our hapless states
Of shaky convictions

Surprise, say I
You meet my eye

Go home, sister
You mutter absently

Not I
Today our genetically strung threads asunder
No more shall I concentrate on not stealing your thunder
Invent reasons for being your pale shadow

By deeds you prove my mentality afflicted
With faults of false judgement and
Moral suicide

Deeds I administer with misled intentions
To seek your favour 
Gather any sort of gentle affection

Talk to me again
Of reform
Of heart, of mind
Reproduce the days when poems were sung
When faces glowed like the richest gems
Shining the light of righteousness

Sing to me
Of exploding passion
That consumes the corrupt
Detaching the lesion from our nation

Sister, we fought
Battles that split our native soil
We spun the plots 
That scratch the mortal coil

Turn away now
With me

The indicators are there
When God learns of our perfidy
These accidents pale versions of 
how he arranges and punishes
Those who break life's sanctity

Blood seekers ...

Is this what we became,
Sister?
Who eliminated our sense of right from wrong?
When V cast more than an alphabet
To blister the earth with its dire song?

Turn away with me, Sister
Back to days of peaceful splendour

You couldn't give me some happy words, could you? Thanks a lot, mate.