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1961, ala de mwano
Zwenn lor enn brans filao.
Mwano tifi ena 17 banane,
Mwano garson 19 banane.
Zot regar krwaze
E zot desid pou marye.
1964, ala de mwano
Desid pou kre enn fami.
Zordi mwano tifi finn gagn 73 an,
Mwano garson ena 75 an.

56 an ansam zot pe sey kre nouvo lavi.

Fatige?
Non, toulede dir:
“Efase refer!”

Wi mo loga,
Mo kontan twa Lavi-Lamor;
Mo kontan twa Lavi-Lamour.

27 Novam, 2017

(an allegory)

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Once upon a time there was
In sweet Heavenly Babel
King-Tongue, almighty king-god;
You could see him everywhere,
Not only in evil mouth.
See him there in high office
Demonstrating lusty life;
In cabinet, parliament
And corridors of power,
Poking terrific tongue-tip
Into the great holes of fame
Licking, sucking and slapping;
Whipping, walloping, pumping …
Worse O worse, he was noisy!
A real pain in … eardrums.

Little girl from Kafurnom
Brought down the old, built the new.

Hear grammarless polyglot,
Clicking, mincing and mumbling;
Sinking instead of thinking;
Sitting instead of shitting;
Pissing instead of piecing;
Thank that sank and thick that’s sick!

Little girl from Kafurnom
Brought down the old, built the new.

Hear god-Tongue being worshipped
In bold inchoate blabber
Dipped in solid stammer.
Hear double-tongued apostles
(Apostates, turncoats as well)
Of Lord and Master mouthing
Some ill-digested clichés
Robbed of rules and savoir-faire.

Little girl from Kafurnom
Brought down the old, built the new.

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