Conversion

a poem by Jayati

Incorrigible fair tongue
Can never stop wagging
Point fingers to provoke
Peaceful simpletons
Those ones whose lives
From base, loves peace.
“Ahimsa Param Dharam”

In all fairness intrigues-
In lieu of changing faith
Promise for many things.
With temptations to
Provide more materials
Summon up native heads
On Mountaintops
Lay fearful traps.

Instead of spreading love,
Inject the humble insults.
Having lost own folk following
Scatter diatribe to spoil atmosphere of others.
Implanting guilt on innocents for no crime theirs-
Squeeze confession that in their sleep
they told a hundred lies.

Justice is fair indeed
Remain Masters permanent greed.
As they shout loud to create chaos.
Make slaves blame others.
However, these very characters
Forget fast simple factors.
Faith is not amassing goodies full sack.
Having swollen heads, break necks!

Pseudo preachers ask, “Look up in heaven”
Intentions: Rob the grounds under their feet.
Sorry no more, no more, no more-
Enough is enough be known.