Swarm of bumpkins around it

                                          By Atok Dan

Bumpkins, novices all bumble to do it right

Perhaps from millennium village,

Or from the cattle camps

None ever bothers to seek know-how,

With all banknotes in pockets,

All perplex technically,

A swarm of bumpkins surrounds the fire

They sing songs knowledgeably,

For nature has descended,

With a piece of luck

Over their long impoverished village,

Peacetime to swollen our bottomless pits

Their pot bellies only become overburdened,

Loaded with starch,

And calories of sugary junk

Let no families of dietaries out

Swarm of bumpkins around the pot on the fire

Is chewing and eating what their molars specialized in

Not at all, tongues are too busy

Mastered art of rumor-mongering

A whirlwind of rumors intended to stir vice,

By a cabal of bumpkins

They swarmed it like flies over the unburied corpse

Protruded pockets display illegally amassed banknotes,

Ranging from green American notes

To light pink and sky-like bluish pounds,

All are to water down molecules of sugars and carbohydrates

Hurriedly compiled in ant-hill shape structure

Gastric acid is overpowered

With bumpkins, they swarm around the power,

The house of food,

Paraded like vultures over a carcass,

If let go,

Life will fizzle miserably,

Even straightened skins on fatten

bones will again form folded wrinkles like before,

Gone historical emaciated shapes

None like a reminder of such

With backs turned away from it

For God’s sake,

 I swear, it shouldn’t come again

Bubbles in colloquial English

Gun it down he who tempers with,

Our plates of pizzas At Home,

Bottles of gins and juniper berries

At an away of comfort,

In a modern paradise of ramshackle system,

A swarm of bumpkins armed to teeth talks in defense

Over his berry and iPod

Set them insecure for our security,