Poverty bags,
liberty rags,
wealth compromised
stealth and lies shed.

Subhuman microcosmos
of a rebel without cause,
big mind up in space,
thin body out in the streets.

An inner yell at life,
a claim against deaf ears.
In the cyber era
no one speaks your language.

The Master of Babel
tangles the versions,
strangles the visions
of simple bureaucrats.

Tied up in ties,
frozen over in his Bureau,
thin mind in the closet,
fat body at the City Club.

Eternal contradiction,
mixed priorities, twisted budgets
Bodies for lease, Minds for Sale
The rebels shall starve.

SONGO- 2005