Men and women of words

Men and women of words

Eyes!
Instantly identify
A tiny black spot
From an impeccably
Clean, white shirt.

Ears!
Listen to class.
Miss the speech.

Hands!
Tired to clap.
Unwilling to hold.
Indomitable fists
Relentless, hurt, hit
Seldom fold, and fetch.

Arms!
Linked with weapons,
Unwilling to stretch.

Feet!
Eager to kick.
At other times, fleet.

Brain!
Left or right
Unfortunate guide.

Tongue!
Less said the better!

With all of these
Junk products in our factory
We run companies
In liquidated glory.

We set out to talk about peace,
We march, sometimes with candles
Sometimes with trees,
We are ashamed in books,
Not on the field.

Despite angry peace NGOs,
Well-meaning CEOs,
We do nothing to throw
The weapons from our minds
So our organs could function
In their original version.

Our junk actions come out
In disguised words,
Get willingly lost
In verbosity, in plastic sagacity,
Simplicity is discarded
As impotent
Meek, inept, redundant.

Of peace and other jargons,
We talk, we talk;
Left; left; left, right, left,
We talk, we talk, we talk,
We talk,...