Emissaries Of Shame Poem by Richard Israel

EMISSARIES OF SHAME
The city groans and wails everyday of the untold truth
Nature soul gasps and pants why brightness fades away from our city
Darkness forms her feet on the platform of our soul
We couldn't comprehend the future seeing in emptiness

At night our existence swing round to hold a breath
Promises overwhelm our better judgments, but starvation never
Stops finding her root in our land

Emissaries of shame the principal of our misfortune
As a ship aground is battered by waves so they imprisoned our mind
Emissaries of shame die of obesity and gluttony while seeing their men dying
Of starvation and perish in hunger and
The expopriate cowries from us are used for our burial

On the golden seat they sit with their blah sound to determine the course of our land
In the vanity of their souls
On thorn seat we hang ourselves seeing how vanity and mirage promises grow wings
But we couldn't help what our ear can hear
The emissaries of shame are the blagger nourishing our mind with empty vision and mission.
Emissaries of shame are the bread of sorrow that give nothing but
Five pieces of silver for the perishing souls in the ring of struggling
Help their corruptible act
Their young generation lies amidst blinking future
The north piggyback death, south breastfeed pains
West impregnate tears, and east is clouded of ingesting noise death of lost ones
In the sizzling heat of afternoon there we stay to have a rest
Our clothes drenched and our shoes fill with tears and sweat we celebrate
But in strength they encourage our bitterness and penury
Emissaries of pain, the manticore whose improvident activity possess venom which impoverish
Their kinsmen

Are these self absorbed mascots innate to our land?
These emissaries furnished their homes and
Built up their bank accounts through contest check
Many who lost their futures is valueless to the contesters,
Their bank accout is what they built and their children future
We are seen as pray and
we celebrate them.

Emissaries of shame, the tiny gods who sponsor deception as a bill
On the same circle
They abandoned their former means of earning their livelihood
To devote all their time on the corridor of power,
Exchanges of business is valued than people's lives.
Emissaries of shame are the ignorance servants of calamity
And warmongers

The disciples who betray the will of the people,
Selling the future of the young generation at the market of negotiation
When would our lives cease to be influenced by their wild experiment?