Who are the Nabobs

Nawab
of the Nautch girl
Kohi - Hi- Noor
smile high
you blessed light
shine
the
pain
out
of
creatures
thine mechanisms built.

Pain go away
love stay still.

Wha Walt Whitman would have done...

Noting glossy
sheen of blades
grass.

Nothing new
blossom of possums
green.

Walt
wicked you man
dreamer.

Keats thou
waker
shell.

LOVE.

Are prisms prisons of mind

Let any of damned
spell
intellect
Intelligent
Human.

Miserable lying flying objects
lost
oceans
Kindred
Waiting.

The game started
stealth
scorn
dismissal
agony.

Mars please return my soul
disappeared
radar
dirty
scoundrel.

Paris will not burn.
Peace its second name.

Buddha Bar
book me in kindly.

Thank youse good heart

to show the universe
that Art
wins
Karma
beyond belief.

thank you
Indon
for
Su and Bros
and its efforts.

Killing is meaningless
Art
save
some more
Again.

Blind

Made of clay
blank sheet canvas
persona non grata
bling a storm.

Foolish dreamers thou
inverted commas inward
stem tide sea
run no hail.

Lead
Blood
Cold.

Paris will never
lie.

Venus never give
up.

Mars shake tremors
human.

Why so many heads bro.

Black and white
corrosive metal
music
sport
food
not spared.

Draw life not grief
red was what
returned
art
war
drama unfold
Paris of the Buddha Bar.

This Intertext will
expose the cause of
Third World War.
A wave of new digital freedom
operated by
providers
brewed up this storm
of disaster.

Free thought
left to breed.

Rainbow
colours
waves
shades
slopes
slides
natural green.

Idiots
kill
maim
brutalize
bomb
shape
brutal ideologies.

Blame game
name shame.

Was a
man droned yesterday.

Or the day before
depending on the location you woke up in the events
of new news of silly madness
without a method.

Written on each cut
was a signature
 madness
ignorance
animal
beast.

West
lest
Mars
shines
Venus
will
hide.