For the people by the people

a poem by Jayati

Dubious characters doing good; shed crocodile tears!
Express fears questioning
“Is secularity endangered… blah?”
Under guise altruism use fake words forgetting
own untidy homes turned upside down
through ‘isms’ hatred, miserable strife.
Ugly fighting’s between own brothers;
Living in other continent.
Their Lax Conscience prompt
Pinching, twisting arms of the poor
The majority innocent.
Hand to mouth, daily struggles;
Remain defenseless against false accusations
staring hopeless, tired, blank.
False altruists with ill-gotten money go out of their way
to spread rumours; not rest till their virus contaminate
the hungry empty stomachs;
who in spite of home grown excessive products
are manipulated to hunger, thirst and
subsequently bribed to kill others.