The Sun Casts Its Fierce Eye.

Poem By samuel nze

The sun casts its fierce eye
On the swarthy lad
Out in the fields
Where might is right.

Might is right
In the African jungle
In the tyranny of armed overlords
The toughest rules.

The toughest rules
In a lawless state
Democracy thrown out the window
The winner takes it all.

The winner takes it all
In the battle for supremacy
The poor are further deprived
The rich keep getting richer.

Comments about The Sun Casts Its Fierce Eye.

There is no comment submitted by members.


5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of NZE

As The Dawn Comes.

As the dawn comes
I remember what mama used to say
You are a man
Never you forget

A Kiss May Mean Anything

One must not take love wrongly
A kiss may mean anything
Emotion gets physical in different ways
If planted on the head

Alive

I am quarreling
With security;
Failing to believe
I am endangered.

A Man Should Have Respect

A man should have respect
His case may not accord him that,
Nor his situation
Yet he must feel self worth.

A Robber's Apologia

Dusk has arrived,
Cover for my game;
Vehemence is swifter,
It will be tonight.

Boys Are Simple And Short

Boys are simple and short
Girls are complex and long
But both are human beings -
How different!