Suffer no fear of tropical storms,
They do relent, rebalance, reset.
Have no fear in the long, black night
It’s only day without the day.
But do dread, the awful sound of wuka-wuka!
Do not fear the mighty blow,
All wind dies down before too long.
There is no fear for heat and cold,
It all just moderates in time.
But beware the wuka- wuka sound!
You mustn’t fear black smoke too much,
Firemen are surely on the way.
Nor panic from excessive speed,
Reduce will follow shortly on.
But, so much fear in wuka-wuka! wuka wuka !
Never fear a try at love,
Yet another may do the trick.
Do not fear to fail at goals,
New starts will show before too long.
Only wuka-wuka sounds are dire!
Do not fear the surgeon’s knife,
The goal’s to free you from disease.
Never fear the longest road,
The end’s in sight before too long.
But you must escape the wuka sound!
You must avoid the dread carousel,
Grim wheel that turns, just gyres and turns
No music here, all wooden gears,
That speak in fearsome wuka sounds.
Do fear those clacking wuka sounds.
Foul beasts are seen to stand and glare
From on the platform of that wheel.
With vicious smile and carnal teeth,
I could stretch to see but few.
Of this wuka-wuka menagerie
Better hope it will pass by.
The wuka-wuka at your face.
All would be lost, all good be gone,
Your fate: to see the beasts up close.
The first beast is called the “Trail of Tears”
One,” Armenian Deadly March”
A white one bears the name, ”Jim Crow”
“Dresden” is the German beast
“Appomattox,” another horse
Next to a black one, called “Babi Yar”
A Yak who answers to “My Lai.”
Behind an ancient hound, “pogrom”
“Nagasaki” is the reddish beast, before
Twin ogres, “Isabella and Ferdinand”
“Hutu-Tutsi” both on the side
And to the right of one, “Nanking”
Wuka-wuka, and then wuka wuka, ever it clacks.
To the smiling skull atop the pole,
Above the center of the wheel
I screamed: ”Please, please answer me!”
“When will it stop?”
The faint reply was wuka- wuka, wuka-wuka
Leonard N. Shapiro 11/16/16
*This is the second of two reprised poesies, to remind us that human tragedy inevitably follows whenever evil persona prevails. We need to consider the reality of National disaster unless we vote against the candidate ,inspired by autocrats and autocratic rule, Donald Trump 8/3/20
2 thoughts on “Blog # 527 DISMAL CAROUSEL poesie (“Wuka-Wuka”)* [Redux]”
This is one of my favorite of your poems. I simply love it.
I hear it audibly ringing . . . and I take notice. Thank you for reprinting it. This election will be the most critical event in my lifetime for sure.
Thank you for sharing these wise words in poetry.
Love, Lenny (a/k/a “pliny”)