“ The Ascendancy ” ~ reaching beyond ~

There is a time,

All has been said

Exceeds the line,

Of hapless dread

Reaching beyond,

Said soul be bled

By they who bond,

To destroy means

Of righting wrongs,

As empowered few

Willfully prolong,

Their financial stew

Of concocted chicanery

That maximize greed,

The while they control

All financial proceeds,

Till we succumb whole

As bankers watch bleed,

We cashless poor souls

Of ignored human needs,

Beg of credit card moles

To restore coins you feel,

Razed as ascendancy spoils!

 

                                                           ode to bankers & credit-card Tzars

 

“ The Last Day ” ~ a meagre instant ~

 

There is a time

Life means  reach

The end of the line,

Hence the last day

Destined be so,

And matters not

If rain or shine,

It’s meant to follow,

While every thought

Will be defined

By what you lived,

And that of self

You chose to give,

For in the end

All you now face,

Be the last day

Thus to take place,

A meagre instant

Left of life’s race!