OH WILD WORLD WIND

Oh, wild world wind

Blown by the acts of a few

For many to drink

Few made planes, phones.

For all to smile

Few made conflicts and wars.

For all to cry

Oh, wild world wind

Passed by the hands of a few

For many to obey

Few execute the law and order.

For all to meet justice

A few twists of the rule

For the human right to wobble

Oh, wide world wind

Mandated by the minds of a few

For many to affect

Few made banking ethics.

For all to trust

A few corners of the banker's deed

For the economic meltdown to ensure

Oh, wild world wind

Urged by the desire to love

For many to marry

Few are of good heart, care.

For all to be happy ever after

Few are of cheat, gain.

For all to mate regret

Oh, wild world wind.

POWER IS IN THE VOICE

 

In the captain’s seat, they sat.

The ship twists and turns,

Rocks hit our foreheads,

And tatters our feet to work rides.

Still, they pour champagne.

Laugh and pour champagne.

Silenced mind of the masses, their roll-the-drum

Yet the other cheek salutes the air.

In a toothless tirade

As “Lame is the ship’s state”,

“Enthusiastic was its slaughtered skin.”

“They know ‘no’,”

The lame shouts at the wall

The wealthy state, wealthy underfoot,

Come beggar

Among nations of made-in, be right.

Yet bowl in hand, it dances.

With the lowest of low

The voice for change cowered

Yet death is the health house.

Across the sea, meet the health house.

We know they know ‘no’

Adrift we flow for five tens and two.

In the journey to the same, same place

Same place,

Of a zero library, of endless cry

Yet to topple the inane power.

The power is in the voice.

GONE WITH THE CHANGE OF NOTABLES

 We must tell it, I’ll tell it

To trap tomorrow’s we didn’t, I didn’t

Statesmen entombed with tested, tuned traits

Men are in-state merciless and selfish

Luxuries, the opium of stone their soul

Admirable and endearing trailblazers in the grave

Now-men fail that wealth and fame not to gate of the grave

Vacuum is a vital virtue to their values

Laurels, thousands as their hands reach, they loot

To serve stainless steel to their mind

To serve per assignment, buried with the notables

In state-seated drug deals, it serves to kill

Parcel bomb, your fate, should mouth kiss no grave

Their path to rule, vicious like the beast,

Stage-managed gangster, the barrel of execution

In the human red, they pile the spoil of the office

To do or die, they do in the office of virtue

Death in the air of deathtrap roads

Death in the air of no-bed hospitals

Tomorrow piles the deeds

The dead good men,

And yet-to-die bad men

The scroll of revisit waits.