Here is a picture I took. I was looking off a balcony in beautiful northwestern Oregon, USA.
I wrote this poem as I was thinking about socioeconomic inequality.
Doesn’t Matter
It’s heave, it’s throw,
My life it doesn’t matter.
It’s lift, it’s pull,
Can’t climb the rich man’s ladder.
I see the guys in snappy suits,
Gents sittin’ in the shade,
While I swelter in the gutter,
Cleanin’ the mess they made.
It’s tug, it’s tow,
My life it doesn’t matter.
It’s grind, it’s roll,
Can’t get to what I’m after.
I’d like a fancy mansion,
At the end of money street,
But how can I get more schooling,
When I work three shifts all week?
It’s sweep, it’s hoe,
My kids’ lives, they don’t matter.
It’s dig, it’s sow,
Nothing makes me sadder.
My girl went to a grocery store,
And she came home in despair,
‘cause the kid behind her shouted,
She has cooties in her hair!
It’s scrub, it’s sew,
My kids’ lives, they don’t matter.
It’s wash, it’s stow,
The babies’ clothes are tattered.
I want to teach my children
The manners of the well-to-do,
But we can’t go where the rich go,
Without fancy clothes or shoes.
It’s trick, it’s duel,
Our lives, they don’t matter.
It’s taunt, it’s fool,
Can’t join the rich man’s banter.
We don’t have their fancy words,
No one listens to what we say,
And how can we smell like flowers,
Workin’ in the ovens for pay?
It’s lie, it’s cajole,
Our lives, they don’t matter.
It’s arrest, it’s parole,
Our hopes have all been shattered.
Rich folks live in luxury
After drinking too much wine,
But the drunkard in the alley
Goes to prison to serve time.
It’s heave, it’s throw,
Our lives, they don’t matter.
It’s lift, it’s pull,
Can’t climb the rich man’s ladder.
– C. N. Sky
A picture from my front yard
Fall colors paint the trees.
Here’s a cheery photo from a Northwest USA springtime day.
The world’s mightiest nation is on the verge of falling apart because of bad leaders who just want the best for themselves and not for their people. While people such as investigative journalist Bob Fullerby and Senator Bradley Seldortin are trying their best to keep their nation afloat, there isn’t much they can do without the Guiding Light. They are desperately trying to find it as the document may have all the answers they are looking for. However, finding the carrier of the document, Leeha Ritsagin, is not easy. She is hidden somewhere and not easily found. What will these men do to fight for the betterment of their people? Can they find the Guiding Light and Leeha Ritsagin?
Toxic Sphere: Volume 2, Liars and Defilers by C. N. Sky turned out to be one heck of a ride. From the very first chapter, the author had my attention. I say the author because you can definitely feel the presence of the author in the narrative and how the story is told. Although I have not read the previous novel in the series, I had no issues in catching up with the characters, understanding what was happening, or being confused about anything in particular. The mystery behind the Guiding Light is great and I enjoyed how the author kept the suspense until the very end. What I loved most about this novel was the fact that I could not guess what would happen in the end or what the climax would be. I enjoyed the characters, I enjoyed the setting and, more than all that, I loved the novel itself. Very entertaining!
Toxic Sphere, Volume 2: Liars and Defilers, has won two more book awards:
Previously, this book won these awards:
C.N. Sky is the winner of seven book awards!
