The once great nation portraying a guise,
Under the incessant rain of revolting lies.
"FOR YOUR GOOD" - They said, they watched every room,
They funneled the rise of a voyeuristic doom.
- The philanthropic intention -
- Of a fatalist federation -
The left hand - Chaos, the streets it ripped,
With a good hand they wielded a formidable grip.
Their words - They bore a modicum of truth.
Promising infinite freedom for the degenerate youth.
- For regional rile -
- And the cities it defiled -
"Within these walls, you shall find,
The desinence of all mankind".
With those last words, escaped, his breath,
The pragmatist died a bloody death.
- We drowned him in a sea -
- Of calamity -
Fight fire with fire. And brick. And stone.
Let them realise we are not alone.
March the walls with courage and strife,
We will rewrite the chapters of our right to life.
- The puppets we played -
- On threads, Frayed -
- Arvind Ramesh
(2nd Januray, 2008)
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