Tortures of permissive society
Wake up to uncertainty.
Insecurity knock bottom of soul.
In hearts of young and old
Relationship doldrums bore a hole.
State criteria follow responsible facts.
Fabric freedom hammers tax.
Sly nooses of inattention laxity, binds.
No graceful thought, memo sums.
Officers save skin as per rule paragraphs.
Yet life sizes innumerable accounts
On surface problem solves.
Protected wolves cry from woods.
Forced attentions divert mass.
Furtive ignore calculative mistakes.
Wring, cringe, never outspoken.
Earn, burn, dissipate, twist
Between very own, choose basics
Mass in turn a battle of wits.
Take last resort, stab behind backs.
Wear weapons, of pseudo altruism.
A foundation for fast buck draws idea
Aggressive commotions wear banners via…
Grapevine, rumour, entertainment, mass media
Daily chants, news, views, use corrupt connections.
Fall to die and bleed into the dirt of centuries,
With a tired soul like the shattered casements of old,
Sacred hearts but broken thoughts
Until we reach the angels who wait on lush green slopes
And wake in the arms of eternity.
He stood atop the hillock,
A face pale and worn,
A body exhausted yet triumphant.
His small black beady eyes swept over his territory-
The land he had fought so hard for.
The setting sun threw it’s feeble arms over the battlefield,
Mutilated and torn by that hard won war,
Drenched with the blood of man and beast alike.
There was silence all around.
Yet with every beat of his heart
He could hear the last pitiful cry of pain,
The roar of the inferno
And the echoing rattle of the guns.
The land of bubbling brooks and green grass was no more.
Where deer roamed free
Beneath the shady boughs of majestic trees.
All done away in a trice
In that moment of greed.
He stood there
The powerful one.
God’d greatest creation.
In that moment of victory,
Defeat stared back at him.
His greatest achievement
Was his greatest loss.
His eyes glistened with tears,
But repentance had come too late
Light consuming brightness
is not tragic,
blood thirsting after blood
is not traumatic,
corridor instructing the chambers
Branding birth for all the maladies,
flailing faith for all inconsequential events,
those that employ
the same for self aggrandizement…
the same for boosting bile…
spreading distaste among admirers
so as to encroach upon the earth
so as to enjoy the ensuing drama
Foul! Indeed, Foul!!
Quality of existence
Without true essence
Flowers without perfume
Flesh for consume.
Aggressive manipulate profits.
Mother cares to cook
Health is wealth
On the other hand without attachment
Pump vitamin extra nutritive in measures.
Churn out factories.
Vegetative mentalities mad cow disease.
Innocent are the victims.
Unable to control
In spite of progress
More and more helpless
Life without essence only flesh
Emotionless reject finesse.
Thus drained of are feelings and perceptions
Sacrifice, affection, love, and concern.
Mr. Civilisation wed Arrogance bubble vicious vacuous.
The room is fable with double ending.
Smiles here, traffic signals mere.
There gentles sit
To lie themselves, acting fancies.
And some starving-
To see day dreams.
An old spits to feed his ants
Another loves his lambs,
But knows all to butchers.
Ladies lost their lateral looks,
One plays with;
Deemed it dragonflies.
In roaring sea dumb drops died many!
Just in cards, know now.
And me; buried in air-open eyed;
Mourns, within heart-laughs!
When clean men women
Use perverse actions
Would rather reject
Freedom for the oppressed
That comes with utter dejection!
Choose to live under protection
Of a dictatorial blessing in disguise
Surmise, in our sheer hopelessness.
It is cheap provocation.
We are a better generation.
Do not ask silly questions!
Snub the sexy damsel in
Her well disciplined uniform.
Obeying the hierarchy
Lead to her doom.
The small fry has to cry.
Forcibly lend her back.
Shelter the head behind
The scandalous pedantic
Misuse private body parts,
Get secrets, Mastermind.
Shame on all
Shame each of us.
We wanting to cross-pernicious barriers
Propped up misunderstandings
Deaf to the voices, echo on earth.
With our anxious forced
Gregarious, illusive, hysteric, carouse hypotenuse acts.
The great right angles, our earth rotates in circles.
Let’s stop here, not wait equinoxes to equate mastiff menace
It is sheer common sense not the guns of decadence!