The Whip

Academia

The pseudo intellectual servants of the reds

They took the reins of the students flame

In the years of the judgement of the blues

The scholars creating havoc in the streets

Following the call of the false philosophes

They, the indentured souls of the red prophecy

Have been deceived by the powers that be

And in turn have damned the future of the youth

Their solution of blaming the past regime of blues

Solves not the sins of their gross short-sightedness

The reds never place their stake for progress

on education and development of the populace

They only believe in cutting costs and raising levy

And care not if you will or not obtain your  grace

And they do so with no remorse and full constraint

And that is the source of our quandary

Many shall have to relinquish their study

Many a tutor shall join the unwaged

‘Tis senseless toil of the red barons

And their Servile fools in Academia

The scholars must steadfast hold

Their rights above all must flourish

Be not guided by the same old heads

Be not fooled by charming red tongues

Follow the path of reason, steam ahead

Resistance must be the game to play

Civil unrest must be the order of the day

The master of the games is yet to see

That like him others too can blustery be

His day of reckoning has just begun

No more shall he make fools of youth

He promised all better days and better times

But now is charging dollars instead of dimes

And he is enforcing this with a force so brute

The voices of the servile ones have gone mute

Scholars will have to lead the cry for battle

To face the predicament they now tackle

And all and sundry will have to join the rattle

Against the baldy one and the red oppressor

Or sooner or later all shall victims be of his razor

At the end of day triumph shall be theirs

Notwithstanding the lethal forces of the reds

Without sacrifice there is no story, there is no glory

Some brothers shall fall that others may proceed

That is the price that will be paid in order to succeed

Only then shall the virtues of academia

Finally come to that great splendour

On having overcome the anaemia

That has made us wonder

That it is so sombre

Health of the Ministry

Tropical plagues take their toll

On the people of the nation state

Indeed the very tyrant it is told

Has felt the fever, his health abate

Mexican brothers came to rescue

In special trucks they came to spray

Baldy’s home their first and only cue

And someone then had them sent  astray

So that has made no change

Day by day the people suffer

No one seems to be in charge

No one there to steer the rudder

The man in charge is more concerned

With making way for his second home

Forgets he, the  nearby  swamp

Full of flies, will make him cramp

A little whiff of pesticide is all we ask

He seems unable for this simple task

Would he do it for  the  children’s sake?

It’s  the people’s very health at stake

Some vitamins for a pregnant mother

Dear minister is that such a bother?

Why allow the hustle, and all delay

Why are our pills at a private stay?

Tired doctor, tired nurse

Frustrated and about to strike,

Hospital service getting worse

Is this minister a psyche or just perverse?

Perhaps with one family and not two

He’d find time and his work just do