SHOWCASE SHOWDOWN
Two great giants face off for a fight.
One patents petroleum with all its might.
This is not really a family affair,
But every man jack has got to be there.
Jets swooping from skylines like hawks,
Below men drawing their lines of chalk.
Watching and waiting to cross the borders,
When Tasmanian Devil gives marching orders.
Like an SS Maine ship disaster rapping,
This is just another one waiting to happen.
Let the showdown begin accordingly,
Latest Concords for the king’s orderlies.
Bone of contention is dangerous weapons,
But mass destruction isn’t out of the question.
Like the days of Hiroshima lives won’t count,
Civilians or casualties get on the mount.
Wait a while there’s the devil’s advocate!
He’s trying to get in there to intercept.
Thwarting attention from the real issue,
He is digging a trench as deep as a fissure.
Perhaps he’s too quick to provide burial grounds,
Anticipating millions whose lives will go down.
It’s wartime again and blood is at stake,
Remember the last two beat an earthquake.
This is where man puts his foot in his mouth.
Not realising what things are about.
Violence has never put him anywhere,
But going under danger he still tries to dare.
Senseless but whatever he’s killing for,
Man has no regards for the fortunes of war.
That relegates him to the animal clan,
For he fails to get the original plan.
A thief doesn’t like to see another thrive.
He makes sure the other doesn’t arrive.
A rule is a rule that should not be broken,
Nothing to camouflage as if bespoken.
Weapons of mass destruction stand for all.
Guns and ammunitions whatever they’re called!
Absolutely none should be in possession,
Let alone profit-sharing from all these weapons.
Compromising this law in any way,
Emits a mixed signal sent to betray.
The sad part is that the majority pays,
But the Napoleons of war still get the praise.
ACTS OF GOD
Boulders like cannonballs two miles in the air,
Shrapnel of fireballs scattered everywhere.
Billows of smoke blocking the horizons’ head.
Erasing thoughts the sleeping giant was dead.
Rumbling and grumbling its anger till burning,
Spitting endless fire from the core while turning.
Victims dash to safety covering their heads,
Having little or no time to take their beds.
Poisonous gases soft sounds of siren.
Making it clear they’re as deadly as they seem.
Bulletined state of emergency declared,
Government caught with its hands in the air.
Once a power pack now riddled with wounds,
Mocked by forces making men cartoons.
Like a cup of water inundating some ants,
A volcano shows off its powerful stance.
Cumulonimbus clouds settle in the sky.
Lightning strikes thunders laugh up high.
Showers of blessing pouring cats and dogs.
Houses and chambers become waterlogged.
Wind speed hundreds of miles per hour,
Lifting up lead and crashing down towers.
Birds and bees lost only God knows where,
Roofs and cars recovered down the pier.
Evacuation foremost to free handicaps,
Or they could be cashing in on the mishaps.
Water rising already up to their waist,
Drowning could carry them in its suitcase.
Water has good and all-purpose use,
From what has been said what can someone deduce?
People have control up to a certain point,
After that it’s amputated at the joint.
Fire is another devastating thing.
Of all the danger it seems to be king.
It doesn’t have to come by striking a match,
Lightning is act of God one has to watch.
Wildfire in the woods claims millions of lives,
Animals and humans can barely survive.
Acres upon acres burn ferociously,
Fire fighters look on meritoriously.
Recently the question of cloning reopens,
Pushing people to preach for the tempting tokens.
Then drought made them think about seething the rain.
The world would not see Egypt’s famine again.
But how can anyone stop the rain from falling?
It’s not that cats and dogs come down crawling.
Bigger things are in store to be released.
As man gains knowledge acts of God increase.
TESTING
Anything that’s too easy,
Needs taking with a grain of salt.
No matter how you get busy,
You must find the hidden fault.
No riding on a coattail,
In bluffing through with a deal.
No leaning against the rail,
In making good your appeal.
Nothing superb comes easy,
Good things come in a small wrap.
Seventh heaven is queasy,
A shortcut leads to a trap.
Testing is key to success,
It harnesses all that it’s worth.
In the end it brings out the best.
Giving rise to good-humoured mirth.
Everyone wants an easy way,
Fishing fortune in the nick of time.
Surely some may turn old and grey,
And may not have to spend a dime.
Others simply must pay dear,
Washing hands and maybe feet.
Should they wish to get somewhere,
Midas must be very discreet.
Absolutely no begrudging,
Some sweat their way through the night.
It might take a lot of trudging,
For them to see tunnel light.
Getting something on a platter,
Is like snatching sweets from a baby.
There’s no value for that matter,
And something about it seems shady.
Hard work brings about respect,
And that’s how you make your demand.
Then you merit the things you get,
And your wish becomes your command.
Those who follow this rule of thumb,
Have the values that never die.
They never stay down in the slum,
Are ever giving it a try.
