Tuesday, October 12, 2010

In search of dust

Poem by Marc Aupiais

In search of dust,
Not dusk or dawn,
No sun for months,
And months,
And months.

The world a damp space,
The world Chilean!
For but a moment!

And into the light of day,
And out of the spotlight of,
Global fame.

Seeking dust,
They found it!

Goodbye to Chilean fame!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

The cost of life

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Mommy thought me old enough,
To walk 15 metres from the car,
To the bistro alone,
For that treat,

I objected but walked,
Maybe 10 or 14.

And there he was shaking in the sun,
Covered in a liquid one may call blood,

Hands behind his back,
Handcuffed, as the police did stuff to his shaking form.

He'd tried to raid the bistro,
The grown man.
Clearly lost it,
Desires quite full.

Lying in the parking lot,
By the pavement!

As the police increased the pool of his blood.

I walked past and bought,
My treat.

Soon the bistro,
Would be sold,
And close,
And the nearby butcher also left,
As did we.

Its sometimes hard to drive,
To the shops alone.

And when I see people,
Being assaulted by security or police,
I never stop or interfere.

Monday, October 4, 2010

A true South African- the test of what makes us us!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

What makes a South African,
It isn't blood or birth,
Then we'd be accidental,
No people, no hope!

What makes us us is suffering,
Is crime, death, disease-
Universal truth!

Is deception, is helplessness,
Determination to live,
Where others have not!

What makes us South African,
Our allegiance to our own life,
And eyes and eyes, and lives,
Tainted with harm!

Is that we suffer, and die,
And live our lives,
And paradoxly endure endearing to life!
For our nation's sins!
And our world's last hopes!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Another crime? Another time?

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Bono isn't a sexual organ,
Bono of U2- no not you, or you or you!

Millions he raises for them poor-
News studio journalists, who need gift basket bribes!

Political campaign,

New York Post,
Who'd that be!

Millions spend on political campaigns-

A few measly 100 000 for the poor?

Your every dream come true!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Really blessed, blessed you!
Your every dream, now come true?
Perhaps beauty has no price!
No care for souls, lined up for death and eternal ruin!

Perhaps you are a perfect girl!
But shall I always be here,
Perfect girl!

For me- every day a fight to survive!

For you, any whim,
Who'd care!

Anything you want my dear!

A world await!
You next dear lie!

But I may lie dead!
Murdered or killed,

Before you wake up in the morning! Baby girl!
All as you dream my love!

God don't bless America and ain't no place else

Poem by Marc Aupiais

God don't bless America,
They've had blessing reigns enough!

Don't bless their sinful guise,
Their money and lies!

God don't bless America,
God let them Go Broke!
Stop them "aiding" the rest of us,
In arrogance abundant,
Though lack of much!

God don't bless America,
Save our children from that tyra-nasaur

Turn their blessings on them,
Give them crime, suicide and maternal deaths,
Teach them to hurt themselves with painful lives!

And when they do,
As the will,
Wish to reproduce!

Tell them their children aren't welcome in our world!

God condemn America-
An Unborn Prayer,

The words wrongly translated,
From the illiterate,
Aborted dreams,
Who Arrogant, revoltable America gives so much AIDS!