THE SHRINE CALL NEPOTISM
At the junction where four foot path meet,
posed a shrine,
taller than the tower of Babel,
rested deeply on the earth and water by biasness,
nipping the blood of diamonds.
The daily sacrifice offer to this god,
who décor in the doom of the worshippers, |
all loyalists, a potential priest,
trudging in cruelty of the god of the shrine
Nepotism locked the knobs of the doors of the talents,
the true worshippers soaks in their idolized robs,
the cleverest throats slaughtered with the dagger of unfavorable,
and the ruminants feed from the left over of the flock,
only the loyalists sing the old choruses of the shrine,
my father, my mother, my brother, my sister, my son, my daughter, my in-law.. my, my…
Nepotism, may you live long!
you covered the endowed,
killed the genius,
and dumped the knowledge of those gifted to safe humankind,
you raised yours in the wrong stud,
keeping the act of vision stagnant and irreversible,
the day vanished,
god of nepotism, short vision in bias mind,
blind and deaf before the right,
may your day be cut short.
No! Let the gods eat up this god.
For the true worshippers, sing a song,
the old choruses of the shrine my father,
my mother, my brother, my sister, my son,
my daughter, my in-law.. my, my…
No! Let the gods eat up this god forever

Stanley E Asia E