PRYING EARS AND EYES

PRYING EYES AND EARS

A possible oratorio text

In iambic pentametre

By izzy ess of none-of-your-business-but-my-own

Barack Hussein Obama is the president

Of the United States.  Just recently

He was discovered to be listening

To messages on telephones and reading

Internet transmissions in all other

Countries and his own.  I guessed he had

His ears and eyes in Canada, as well,

And even in my very city, Welland,

In the middle of the beautiful

Peninsula that’s named Niagara.

His staff must really be so interested

In this poem, that they are now recording

It for files that will be secret, eh?

Steve Harper must be doing similar

Recordings, as it is becoming evident

That all the leaders in the world

Are tuned in to the rest of us, naively

Writing poetry, around the world.

My realizing that Obama rhymes

Exactly with Osama, Bin of Laden,

Who had disappeared some time ago

On orders by Obama.  Seems to me,

The evidence of Laden’s death was incomplete

And fires my paranoiac personality

To speculate that he is still

Alive, perhaps, in drag, conveying people

From Afghanistan to Timbuktu.

My question to the Harpers and Obamas

Of the world: Where will it end?  I feel

Your nosing into everyone’s affairs,

Is tantamount to having powers that

Were only had by God and Allah, Jesus

And Mohamed, eh?  Mahatma Ghandi

Didn’t use the internet.  Perhaps,

He didn’t even use a telephone.

He starved himself to bring attention to

Political inequities, atrocities,

Abuse of children, men and women

Who are starving and down-trodden.  He

Did make his points, but didn’t change the world.

In fact, statistics show, the rich and poor

Are further from each other, now, while genocides

And terrible abuses are

Increasing.  Certainly, the secret prying

Into everyone’s affairs is rampant,

Now, supported by all governments

And technological advancements.  I

Deny that I am dangerous to anyone.

Perhaps, this poetry is too disturbing

For the leaders and their secret services.

Perhaps, my words remind them that some words are kind

Of weapons, when there’s criticism and

Some judgements, plicit in their meanings.  So,

So be it, prying folks.  My poetry

Is part of me and tells a tale of secrecy

And interference with all citizens

Around the world.  I can’t imagine how

These words will be important to the prying

Agents of our leaders.  So, do please

Read on.  Enjoy the words that please you, rhyme

And have a beat.  I truly have some joy

In writing them and re-arranging them

In novel ways.  Amen and Waterloo.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md., retired

Welland, Canada

July 6, 2013