When misfortune strikes

And people are in angst,

Their leaders perplexed,

The economy in shambles,

Life as we know it, crambled.

Then, the opportunists smile.

For when it’s night on this half,

It’s day on the other,

A bright one as a matter of fact.

Just like Jack the Ripper,

They rip the souls out of our communities,

Rip the souls outta our pockets,

Rip the souls outta our dreams and hopes,

Leaving only but a destitute husk.

Jack the Ripper smiles all the way to the bank,

Cloaked as Jack of all trades,

But we all know, Jack is not only dull

But also a greedy, cunning, sanctimonious little bitch!

When Jack knocks on your door,

And you open coz he slipped a cursed greenback under your door,

You should start mourning.

He’s not only stealing your present, but your future too

And the powers to kick him out.

Even so, the earth is always spinning

At some point it will be day on our half

The sun will smile upon us,

And we will smile back

We will flourish, flowers will bloom…

Unless of course, Jack has found a way to preclude the earth from spinning.

He’s been so deeply entrenched in our system such that there’ll be no ripping him out without it ripping us apart.

By Blue Musings

From: Kenya

Website: https://bluemusingscom.wordpress.com