Conflict of Interest

We are in that time of the year, when every four years a circus comes to the town, nay country. This year by grace of God or COVID, we are spared some of the drama. At least the last few months of stay at home has made us experts in ignoring the noise and concentrating more on other important distractions like social media, Netflix , Amazon prime and others like them. Unfortunately, come November, whether we like it or not, the circus will be at its climax and we shall be either participants or spectators. The poem below is a tongue in cheek look at our dilemma. Nothing in it is remotely connected to reality, so don’t even try to read too much into it.

Conflict of interest manifests,
when a thief is sent to guard the assets.
the institutions on which democracy stands,
slowly gets dismantled.
capitalism rears its ugly head,
socialism around the corner, faithfuls shout.
while the liberals lick their wounds,
conservatives gloat.

beware, beware,
what goes around, comes around.
will you still be standing
when they come for you,
and you have no where to hide?
alas, we are being trained
to disagree without being civil to each other.

we aim for the jugulars,
while the goats bleed slowly
the meeks are always the sacrificial lambs,
to be slaughtered at the alter of greed.

and as the lemmings run to the sea,
the drama of election unfolds.
the pious utterances fill the atmosphere with hot air.
no wonder we experience a heat wave all around,
and the grinch all ready to steal Christmas.

rejoice,rejoice,
there is always a tomorrow.
people get what they deserve,
isn’t that what democracy is all about?
asking for privileges without exercising one’s rights,
or is it the other way around?

who cares, we are the
Greatest of All Times,
goat, is that such a grand animal to be?
silence of the lambs,
or the dead silence music to the ears
of powers to be?

democracy, ah democracy,
somewhere dead King George must be laughing in his grave,
and Hitler may be rueing
being born at the wrong time.
we march on, divided we stand, United?

 

Law of the Jungle

Spreading and suppressing
Helping hands
Always available
Strength of the sword
Supporting organized religion

Messages and teachings of peace and nirvana
Languished in the country of its birth
Till got the backing of a repenting royal
And the strength of the exchequer
To spread to the world beyond

Followers of messenger of peace
Persecuted and forced underground
Nearly driven to extinction
Came roaring back with royal patronage
To persecute and oppress those
Who won’t follow the book
Or did not fit the mold
Burnt at the stakes as witches
Crusades and inquisitions
To kill and convert
In the name of the one
Who gave his life for others

Colonization followed by proselytization
In the name of saving their souls
Destroying native cultures
Enslaving millions
Uprooted from their homes
All condoned and blessed
In the name of the
Unknown one

The religion of peace
Spread by the
Strength of the sword
There is no other
Except the great

Spread his name
By force if need be
No instruments of conversion
Off the book
Make the world homogeneous
By hook or by crook
Liquid gold underground
Spread the new found wealth
To spread his name
Pretend atrocities in his name
Work of a radicalized few
Silent majority afraid of
Wrath of the sword
Exacting tacit support

Socialism and communism
Another name
For same organized game
Rule of the proletariat
By ruling over the proletariat
Sending millions to gulags to die
Power flowing from the barrel of the gun
Rulers of proletariat having all the fun

During the course of human history
It has always been the same
Whoever has the mightier sword
Writing the rules of the game
Organized activities, politics or religion
Or the Olympic games, all the same

Meek shall inherit the world
Reduced to ashes by
Games played by a powerful few

Till then it’s the
Rule of the jungle
Eons ago from where we came
Eat or be eaten
Be silent and save your skin

Of course I am meek and PC
I didn’t say any name
I do love dearly
What’s on top of my neck.