A World That Is

A World That Is

The world on this

Hot summer evening

Is a searing bordello,

A nomad's land,

A war zone,

A slaughterhouse,

A field seeping tears,

Blood, bones rancid sweat,

Defeat and despair.

Far too many die in vain

To fulfil heinous, 

Murderous purpose.

The Government

Swats us flies for sport

Letting loose hellhounds,

Hackles raised on an

Unsuspecting populace.

It's all dumb charades

And masquerades,

It's all charnel houses,

Unholy massacres in fancy dress.

Dressed up in righteous garbs of

Liberators, on rescue missions from

Arcane arks, Jihad, KKK or IRA

Petty terrorism, corpses piled sky-high

For highest stakes.

In a world of fake, sponsored news

Death's fatal encounters are real,

The rest, prepaid or misled views. 

In the world of propaganda, smoke and 

Mirrors, the slaughter of innocents,

The children is real.

In a world of Crony capitalism,

Vote bank fostering, red herrings

The rape of women, their enslavement

Is  real.

Only the cause, only the realpolitik

Fabricated. Backroom deals. 

Unreal.

Fantastic claims, fabulous conspiracies

Clouded causes, deathly effects.

As the bodies lie scattered in dreaming comas,

I am more than afraid that their deaths

Have not really been, in vain, 

As tweeted, as proclaimed. 

In grave tragic tones, by eminent men.

Somewhere in a petty private caucus, a

Selfish cause served; a mercenary aim gained.

More truly wicked than you or I can imagine.

Higher up than you or I can contemplate

For some phantasmagorical mythic beasts

Deadly horsemen of the apocalypse,

Corpses are tumblers, logical numbers

Clicking us into slotted fates, 

Positions allotted, for their 

End game.

© Amrita Valan 2017