Le ROULETTE

 

Hold,

Peace,

Be still

They want to degrade me piece by piece

Denigrate all kith and kin

Marvel at the calf being half weaned

The Lotto of my life fizzles to shadows

And they relegate the first team to minnows

Re-elect the chosen few

Delegate the last of my kind

Chop me into minute cuts of fleshing

Shin and bone

Pension-less boardroom

They hang me in the coldroom

My abattoir of silence

My vote of no confidence

My hooks of damnation

Points of misdirection

Indiscretion maulers

The chants cannot weary downtrodden voices

Umbilical chords

Must cut the tied torrid voids

Milestones of journeys never untold

Fathoms

Dismembered by vice grips

Eschewed from thick sticky soups

I now drown in money boiling chasms

Dwindled by political tacit spasms