(1)The Artificial Humans:
Weird world evolves,
Weird creatures
Wired to gadgets
Evolve.

They articulate
And gesticulate.
They giggle
And tread
On the trajectories of living.

Their brains brim
With artificial intelligence,
They act like humans.
They are
The artificial humans.

Technology savvy humans
Reconstruct our humanity,
The religionists
Resign to the new humanity,
The ethicists
Seek to etch
Unethical on our minds.

The elasticity of our civilization
Stretches
And stretches,
Our civilization overstretched.

Years to come,
Our civilization
Overstretched,
Will snap.

(2)I Am Poet Of The Streets:
I am piqued
When I am profiled
A protegee of prominent poets.
I am pained
When I am pronounced
Just a poet.

I am poet of the streets.
I walk the streets
And sing
My strident songs of protest,
Giving succour
To the indigent indigenes
Of the streets,
Impoverished
By the scoundrels who rule over them.

Mother muse
Mills my inspiration more
When I straddle the podiums
And sing for the streets.
The scorn,
The sneer
Of the scoundrels
Give flip to my resolve
To sing
And sing for the streets,
I am poet of the streets.

(3)We, The Poets, We Are Protesters:
All day,
All night,
We, the poets, we protest.

We protest
All week,
All year,
We, the poets, we are protesters.

We, the poets,
We seek
Neither protest partners,
Nor protest sponsors.

We, the poets,
We have no empty pockets to fill,
We have no opponents to witch-hunt,
We crave not
For the potentates' positions
Or their mouthwatering morsels.

We, the poets, we protest
"Cause this domain is *****
Made *****
By descendants of the devil.

We, the poets,
We are protesters,
We are the mouthpieces
Of the Supreme Deity.