Corruption is a sport

Park! Like a Referee that knows his job

Poised like an athlete determined to win

Deftly Catching Green balls

Defying even the force of wind

Chases after his disobeying prey

as unto a 100m race

About to lose?

Aims his weapon like a hunter after his game

This one is fit

For the catching sport

The sport he was not trained to win

Militation to the good life

Accomplice to the bad

Identity confusing

Not sure anymore

This race that he runs

These balls he catches

A sport that never ends

Even after the whistle is blown.

Joy

Alive today,dead to yesterday-
I don’t know what the morrow brings.
Perpetuation as seconds tick away,
Life is drained on memory’s wings.
Alive today,that’s all I can say
Because certainty’s a shifting sand.
A whirlpool of colours turning white,
A figment of tastes going bland-
And yet certainty’s still out of sight.
As in the dark,I seek and grapple-
Each attempt seems unique, yet not.
As with the same pieces of a puzzle-
Various attempts are failure frought.
My joy is somewhat misplaced;
For I seek it in the end-
When the music is over;in the fade.
Remember,joy is not round the bend.
Every moment of opportunity,
Is a joy and a blessing indeed!
Stretch that minute to eternity.