When Life Clasps Its Mad Fungibles Poem by Prince Rodoki

When life clasps its mad fungibles
In crispy painless manacles
We must wobble in a trend
We are strong, strong and long
A chorus for every bend
Callously fondled tongue…..

A barn for roses
A grave for Moses
The brave storm tosses
Pollens at meiosis.

When life's streaks untold must unfold
They are strong and long to behold
The putrid soul may align
Vital course untaken
Knots his lot and the malign
Curdled jinx unbroken…..

A nest for pigeons
‘Neath the barked legions
Mist of religions
Hasten oblivions.

The odd years are ready to throng
But still we have songs strong and long
On a sea that seem to seep
Where cleft anchors hold us
Till fate, fear or deep sleep
Hie us rest, move or fuss……

A morgue for the brave
A scare for the wave
A song for the slave
In his hopeful cave.