Apathy

Life
Silver spoon
Decadence
Privilege
Death
Life
Rags
Destitution
Toils
Death
Destiny
Mocks
Humanity
Its insanity

Prisoner of cupola

A beautiful dame of uncertain fame

been captured, gold-cuffed in a solitary loft

Each day she cries, asks Almighty why

is the fate of late has venom and hate

a family of meagre means, happily ate beans

content in that simple existence, mutual assistance

forgotten denizen of a small town,

plain cloth worn without any frowns,

what have I done, what could be done

to remove the curse, bring life back in verse

bad omens reverse, an ordinary universe

Answer to that is No, when rich and powerful

set eyes on beautiful, lilies in a dirty pond,

who won’t abscond, will not bond,

to dirty money, shores darkly sunny,

refuse to become their beautiful bunny,

they are captured and killed, or willed

as such, thrown money and much

to lure in a lie, deceit and wry

smirks, bodies bought, souls, thoughts,

left behind in simple family homes,

and most beautiful, innocent

girls left crying in grand domes

their destiny is all but sealed, truth revealed

there is no God for the poor, no justice for the weak

world full of death of dreams, screams, crushed squeak

of gold adorned, silk worn, gorgeous dames

locked in a cupola to match their fate and fame

all days still glitter but all are the same

until that moment, a smile returned and death came

 

Keeper

decades I have been
things I have seen
future kings’ obscene
green politicians preen
scientists’ bane
philosophers in vain
entertainers bore
academics impure
viscounts stutter
barons in gutter
princesses flutter
then slip on butter
poor’s screams
education a dream
nothing it seems
stops rich being fed
education in med
philosophy, art
pompous fart
why it is so
poor kids like me
grow up in pens
guarding dirty dens
cleaning filthy acts
dirty secrets, facts
protecting wealth
wasting youth, health
so princes live
in dorms above
my spent age
for a simple badge
that I served here
retired and die
an enormous lie

Suffocation

Lost in the city
where camels glitter
diamonds on taps,
gold in litter
flutters in gutters,
Rich and poor
contrasting fates
soul suffocates
before long

Destination

Bright sign indicates
Soul here suffocates
Wealth will flourish
Morality perish
Opulent living
Everything for taking
Nothing for giving
Except few pennies
When feeling benevolent

Paradox

You say:
They don’t really
care about us
(or was it MJ)
Humanity keeps
its poor in cages,
Favelas, in slums
No water to drink
No fire to burn
even our sorrow
No hope for tomorrow
Rich becomes richer
Poverty more intense
Life worse than your dogs
without essence

They say:
We are trying to help
To get you out
of living hell
To make you understand
To make you human
You have to contribute
You have to work hard
No amount of our help
Will make you smart
However we help
It will fall apart
So drop your begging bowl
Change your living ways
Come and help us
To make this earth
a better place
The fire will come
The water will run
Life less hurting
Some shining sun

I look at this paradox
These contrasting views
My nomadic life
offer nothing of use
Unable to join
any of the herds
All I can write
these scribblings,
These words!!

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