The Cankerworm Poem by Warri Stanley

The Cankerworm


The cankerworm.
Standing on the high way.
As if to leash bandits,
Aiding and abetting crime.
Black men in dark uniform,
The cankerworm.

Who is who on the high way?
What is their confine?
To beshield or annihilate?
The cankerworm,
I don't know.

No parmanent friend,
That is the N.P.F. i know.
Does it mean anything else?
All their activities in wrength.
Who keep the nocent to kill the untainted.

The cankerworm.
Their heart as black as charcoal.
And this unrestrained blasphemy.

The executive sat in the rock,
His eyes are far, far to see asphalt.
To amass cheddar and mishap,
No alter will influence the noma.

Years after years is futile.
This pessimistic dark uniform,
perfunctory swerve their hearts,
To the black, black minded,
The cankerworm.

-WARRISTANLEY