The Ostrich that destroys her young
They love
the shiny malls
and artsy cafes.
They like the parks
full of carefree children,
and young mothers
pure-bred dogs
and cool breeze
from ancient seas.
They love the
clean sterile hospitals
in Haley street
with young Pakistani doctors
and Nigerian nurses.
They like the
European streets
full of culture
full of heritage
and wonder with marvel
at the sculpted beauties
on the
paved streets
and wander around
like eternal tourists,
around the architecture
old and new.
They desire
the dream
of dreamers
who build
their countries,
and those
who recreate
humanity.
They desire the dreams
because they do
not dream,
thus cannot create.
But,
They despise
our quick-witted
dreamers,
torn and malnourished
littering our
streets and roads,
with haunted eyes,
pleading for a chance
to recreate the marvel
they have been gifted.
They exploit
what they they desire,
our daughters
and sisters
and mothers of the future
objectifying their persona
commodifying their persona
and discarding them
into the unending heap,
leaving them in terminality,
battling acquired terminality .
They thwart the
genius of our young.
The sharp-brained,
and resilient ones,
and
elevate mediocrity
and
edify nepotism
and
destroy meritocracy.
They hate the dirt-filled roads
and avoid eroded paths
seeking to fly on thrift-bought
planes
that tweak and creak
with their faulty, sub-standard parts.
They detest the
dead hospitals
contaminated
and in perpetual darkness.
Places that kill
with an unending
shortage of pills.
Places that can not heal.
Places full of drunk doctors
hoping to Japa
and despondent nurses
dreaming of fleeing.
They horde collective wealth
in exotic Islands and Banks
that lay hidden from sight
like a supernatural maze
They build castles in places
that are not home,
in lands that are not theirs,
in lands that they are despised.
They eat food that do not heal,
and die in the lands
that they despise
and obsessively destroyed.