a poem by Jayati

Glare at him but he’s just a pawn
Be strong to stand against the wrong
The vamp and the villain sellers of arms
Killers of conscience, man and animals
absolutely innocent straight face wear.
Slyly plant their own guilt elsewhere
on the head. Cunning leave
Clues to misguide,
Puzzle, the truth seekers
Use incorrigible intelligence
twist facts, blame others, particularly
the simpletons.
The sinful insist on war to finance
their own existence
that can profit only from killings
or slow poisonings.
Double edged swords are no toys
of great needs
That the heads were conned, playing
nukes indeed,
is a reason to feel pity. For the folks it is
now the duty to do the dirty job, clean up!