Dear Pete
09 June 2016
LAPIEH LANDU
Dear Peter,
As you’re arched in your high chair
We sit entombed in the scorching heat
With nothing over our heads
But hope and integrity
As you host your pointless banquets
We scramble for dregs at the end of your table
With nothing in our stomachs
But hope and integrity
As you peddle with our land - our chattels
We carry the remnants on our bare back
With nothing in our pockets
But hope and integrity
As you sleep soundly in your confounded billet
We lay awake pursuing liberty
With nothing in our bare hands
But hope and integrity
As you retreat behind your golden gates
We scour blood from our wounds
With nothing to protect us
But hope and integrity
As you refute the decree to recede
We implore unwavering in battle
With nothing left to live for
But hope and integrity
As you read this on your kite to space
We pray on bended knees to him
With nothing in our hearts
But hope and integrity.
God come to our aid.
Warmly,
Me.
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This is an excellent poem by Lapieh Landu and her elegant poetic style is exemplified in this piece.
A smooth, swift and serious reprimand for a naughty little boy.
I look forward to reading more of Lapieh's poetry and wonder if there is a collection in the works.
Posted by: Michael Dom | 25 July 2016 at 05:36 PM
Well said Lapieh. Well said!
Posted by: Jason Sawera | 10 June 2016 at 03:58 PM
Thank you Mel.
Posted by: Lapieh Landu | 10 June 2016 at 09:53 AM
Nicely said.
Posted by: Mel Cindhy | 10 June 2016 at 09:38 AM