Du Bye Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Alongside his oil fields
he built a palm-shaped island
with villas of his own paradise.

He then chained on the island:
ten banks that humiliate others,
a hundred of countries humiliated,
a thousand of enterprises interrelated,
ten thousand of investors like falling stars,
a hundred thousand of specialists in dissemination,
one million of employees being depended,
ten million of technicians to be transferred,
one hundred million of families, pushed to division,
one billion of unemployed for an unknown period.

What an inspiration for the island of Palm!
Leads captive in chains so many breathless ones!

The Emperor, suddenly, he saw all be sunk,
the one pulling the other, all the way to the sea bottom.
He heard a Du and expressed loudly a Bye.

What is the residual? Just stains of gasoline,
which Aphrodite is sweeping away from her body.



© JosephJosephides