How sad they could not have the drama planned
couldn't even blame Convid 19
it happened before the pandemic
though you could call it all an epidemic in a way
the producers were sure this was it
the Directors were all ready to get to the next level
the scripts were ready though there would be re-writes
as things moved
lots of improvisations would add the edginess
and there would be lots of extras in the frame

It is going to be reality TV at its best
follow the two central characters
there will be pathos galore
suspense, anxiety, fights, love and disappointments
there would be fidelity and infidelities
even moments of silence
the masses will tune in by their thousands
the red carpet would carpet it all and even pay for it
the shoot was about to really begin
lights, stage, camera.......action

They all waited with bated breaths
they were going to love this
privy to inside secrets, able to throw in their paddle
at will or change scenes and action like puppet masters
Then....puff
it all went up in smoke
its over.....a lead has walked away...,no can do
Gone with the Wind is no more, it all has blown away
just like that
Oh how all concerned pined, what a disappointment
what a let-down

Some blamed the lead actress, she had peaked too soon
some blamed her script and the scriptwriters
some said its all part of the act...just a tantalizing break
some just refused to believe and kept on editing their takes
some even pretended they were still shooting
supplying scenarios based on their delusions
some sly Investors are still selling participatory rights to extras
collecting street smart cache by telling extras to keep on acting
its all part of the shoot, we are still on it
tis said one of the lead retired to Greeners Green to drink soup

The other semi-retired said
" what drama, what epic, what nonsense
do I look like I play silly slimy in the rain
I only do serious roles, that's meaningful and sincere,
its one thing to buy into illusions but mass delusion just borders
on utter stupidity
and that's not my scene "
Quite a lot of senseless devotees are still writing script
they are too far gone to be rescued......idiots can't be anything else!
but...!

So it comes to pass
of that they see as power
muzhiks not far from Bolsheviks
all enslaved in the bubbling simmering lava
of the befuddled proletariats
and of them
who stormed Nicholas' winter palace
and in murderous rage
annihilated red blood they painted blue
does power begets condemnation
to find solace in bloodlust
and in time
did the fathers find freedom for their children
as Stalin littered lives in millions
do Dictators  vacate palaces to join the simples
in shacks and bricks and gulags
and did the bellowing masses herded in left
find right in righteous neon light
why sing Democracy in forked tongues
and use the blood of others
to congeal the lies and deceit of the naked greed
of the greedy usurpers
who craves power to mask their dressed in finery greed
while underneath the silken Chinese rug
the stench of thieves and corruption reeks
while
peoples power always lacks the sense of smell
the momentum continues.....

If I don't know my mind
how does my mind know me enough
to know what is me and what is not me

was I bred in the cattle market
to follow the herd and do as they do
all mooing in unison heading for green pastures

while the herders lead from oasis
welding the sticks and yelling instructions
to all  march in line and do as they are instructed

take your big stick to my hide
yell all you like threaten me with the abattoir
leave me in the wasteland but know I am not like you

I do not learn from sight
neither do I want to copy others or be like minded
I know who I am and what I consider appropriate to me
diversity is recognizing our uniqueness not breeding cows and sheep

Oh you
Son of kings
one like none
lauded Regent
Rarefied and pure
Esteemed ordained
In Divine grace I bow
I honour the edifice within
emboldened by talent sublime
governed by a mind refined et cultured
encased in robust hue and hugely adorned

as it is it attracts the pestilence of the lesser
the gifted knows the price of renowned
as the lesser know the price of nada
so the rages of vapid insignificance
in violent tumult toils and turns
dancing with shabby shame
for in unreachable grasps
no dignity in disgrace
mere limpid ghosts
vaporizing terror
in ghost-speak
meaningless
nothings
from
who

" Do not indulge in dreams of what having
what you have not
but reckon up the chief of the blessings you
do possess,
and then thankfully
remember how you would crave for them
if they were not yours "

So what have you done lately that makes
you feel proud
remember

The happiness of your life
depends upon the quality
of your thoughts

and your words ultimately
do they
reflect the chief of the blessings you
do possess,

Hey says Simon
what about me
yes what about you
he replied
let's play Simple Simon say
ok let's play
Simple Simon says
'write'
so we wrote and wrote
and wrote and wrote and

where's Simon
we had forgotten Simon