Go Tell Senators Poem by Job Laz

Like cankerworms you convene
At the ivory benches of dreadful warmth
With long silver forks of incessant rapacity
Making my faith stoop in shame of red-tapism
For denude you leave me to the mercy of travesty
With heavy tongues you debate my fate
Singing restlessly the weight of my end
Like lizard you gather to feast on my growing hopes
Mortifying the issue of sweat,
With thunderous applause you flagellate my credence
So priestly given like a grail

In my sleep you rob my garner
And mar my maiden
Killing my divinity with contempt
Like a refugee of combat
You truncate my pride
Filling in the sobs of my aging eyes
As eulogize my scolding pain
To fashion the anarchy on your taint tongue

We share your plight; said one
Of your barren maze
But all you do is taunt my groan
At your assembly,
Like termites you devour my allegiance
And invade my nursery
Quaking my innocence with a gullible sigh,
Severing my once cultured scent to jingling clatters,

Order!
You raise your breaking voice
But deranged I’m left
Yea!
Nay!
You herald at the make of my desires
My dreams wholly spurned by the rage in your touch,
For at the lighthouse; my lot massacred to the eyes of my kinsmen,
Allies I call brothers,
Partisans who shared my bedding,
My home and dance,
Yet bamboozled my quiet reverence to obscenity.