A Sword And A Slave - Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

A Sword and a slave

Though it is too sharp enough
no use in it
Though it is a place of braves
No pride in it
Because he is a slave and
the sword is in his hands
He can use that sword only to honour his master and
to show his obedience to this world
He can use that sword as a tool of his dress and
can use that sword as a stick to hold
His sword may be too sharp and long
Nothing is there to use his sword
He is a paid slave and living machine
living for his master’s words
He may have a power ful words but
can use them praise hismaster
He may have a sharp brain
he can use only to write submissions
He may have migty shoulders and arms but
can use them only to carry his master; s load
Millions of slaves to a few masters
who squeeze and crush every day
No Single slave in this earth They are in millions and trillions
Few masters are ruling them as their Gods
Exploiting slave’s ignorance as their path


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  • Rookie Catrina Heart (9/16/2009 8:07:00 AM)

    a great poem to share here.......fabulous meaningful poem.......Thanks 10++++++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2009

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