We're bowing down to a system
Which uses us like pawns
Controlling our very actions
From the moment our first breath is drawn

We're not using our free will
If such a thing exists
They're subjecting us to their ideals
Molding our minds with an iron fist

I'm waking from this living nightmare
And why is it only me
Whose desperate to escape this fate
Why am I the only one to see

I try clawing my way out
But it's useless and I wonder
*Is it better to be aware and helpless
Or ignorant and still under?

a talkative beast

spewing half truths

and half lies

confident as the kid

in your class who

always raised his hand

to mouth

the wrong answer



a kettle on the boil

whistling absurdities

shrill as

a woman who

has waited an hour

at the rusty tap

with a blue plastic bucket

to find the last drop

trickle away



a menagerie of vultures

salivating in unison

at moist corpses

in the street and

swooping on the dead

for a quote

like eager students

waiting for exam results

to be plastered

on the notice board



a mercurial mistress

who breaks

a different bed everyday

for limp men desiring

a high-decibel

performance for

a two paisa act

culminating

in a contrived

******



an electronically enabled

carrion crew

reducing pillage

to inches of column

on newsprint

a veritable feast

isn’t it

with Marie biscuits

and steaming tea



there is no escaping

this monster

of many heads

and one tongue

for it whispers

a worldview

its gait

insidious and stealthy

as it pounces

on sheep who

then bleat

its platitudes

as the truth

and nothing but

the truth