My Country, My State...
inside
money and power
change equations
with the ease of a
seasoned skater
outside
some hundred billion
hands raise to an
empty sky in utter
helplessness, undifinable
inside
power gets moved on
an antique chess board
in intrigue and advantage
outside
cheap lives move
on the rusted chess board
of ordinariness in
misplaced martyrdom
thrust on them
inside
leaders sprawl on
beds made of twenty four
karat gold nuggets
outside
we the commoners
get lied on heaps of
stinking flowers left
unsold...
inside
the fast-unto-death
get fed on easy digestable
food so as to make it
easy for the gut
outside
pigs and other respectable
creatures honestly thrive
on rotting vegetables
force-dumped by the
deserted pavements...
15dec2009
08.55hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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