"PENDULUM"
Sandwiched between
the blood-sucking boots
and the sugar-tongued chameleons,
we know not where to go
Each of the two plagues
vibrant on our hills
pollutes our valleys'
seeds and shrubs
with breath of its kind
with dirt of its nature
like any epidemic.
We remain Sandwiched
between this choice of
six and half a dozen
swinging, a pendulum
for life between the noose
and the guillotine;
or the round leather
tossed between the feet
of two unweaning teams.
We remained the sheep courted
by the leopard and the hyena,
each flashing sweet-smelling poison.
What hand of God shall
rescue us here where we roast,
a democracy in search of democrats?
But I look to the East each dawn
and find the rays of yesterday's
set sun and scaling the hills, and
smiling at me as beacon.
Thank you 
Truly yours,
