Poetry Corner: Rawlings 


He rolled it out in a blast

He rolled it out in a burst of rebellious anger

Sounding just like righteous anger

The sky was his high to fly

No pest could limit his fly high


As he gathered a million moths to his flame

He took all by a whirling storm

And stormed all around…all about

His spread took on increasing speed

Like a wild Aussie bushfire in full flight

He took all aboard the train from Babylon

And rolled all in a row…for the road beyond


He rolled on…in grand style

Enrolled all for a role

Took all aboard the train bound for Paradise

He groaned and moaned at crafty graft

And crafted ways to halt theft…from the people’s kitty

For a new normal of probity


He screamed and fumed at bootlickers

…at nation wreckers

…at reckless opportunists

He smoked them out; broke up their hold

He desired to seal leaking bottles

Designed to halt stifling bottlenecks

He gave exhaling vent to the people’s ire

Shifted many miles away from the mire

Even rolling some lives from life to quietus


They streamed onto the streets

Screamed his deeds and feats on the streets

“J. J. do something before you die”

Hallowed his name and fame on the streets

Revered the portrait of their hero

The only hero they needed…only hero they had

The only hero they loved

The hero they have lost…to death

  1. J.

He did something before his death


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