A Foul Thing Poem by Sarojkanta Dash
A Foul Thing
Wrapped in polished khaddar
Wherever he moves
-That smelly thing-
Can cause- a riot
Or a racket,
Belching out vomitous words
And tidings.
Dupes displaced from
Personal space
Sense and reason,
Make space
In others’ regions
And dump their venom,
Spit at each other
Spill blood
And die a dog’s death.
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Friday, March 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The intelligence of the common folk is contested and challenged by their own gullibility. Reason suspended, they are the easy victims of political tricks and agency. They hardly ever understand what power relation is. The consequence is all very visible and conspicuous.
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4/19/2024 4:45:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
die a dog's death, good writing, thanks.