Drummer's Whack....Cheated On The Social Contract Poem by saadat tahir

Booming canons start the day
My dear country men, led astray
Puffed up chest an faces gushed
Wine of youth to head had rushed
Drummers whack, and “that drill”
Haven’t we really had our fill
Used to clap at the passing tanks
Take delight in the files and ranks
Ah! days of yon we stood for grabs
Soaked the pride of peaked caps
How we gleefully gushed the tales
Now the downer everything pales
Amid us plunked the Trojan’s horse
Vermin chomp through our corpse.
We’re made to suffer tetchy lines
Our cities Seized in snaring twines
Block this road in supreme interest!
Extra feather on a bloated breast
See the colors that adorn thy chest
Master’s gracious, he’s all bequest
Arrogant flaunts an obscene display
what thou accomplished, may I pray
innocuous names for imperial intent
Slow advance with assured portent
Pincer moves to grab as much
flanking sure it remains as such
Hidden behind this slick facade
Vile pretense and lame charade
We got Damocles, we got troy
Walked us to Gobi for the ploy
Superb models made in the halls
Our history’s rogues mire the walls
Thinnest lips and stubby jerks
Spent in hell with all their perks
Jackals some an the dogs of war
denting scalawags all at par
Woe to slogans, deceptive spins
that bring to fore, laconic grins
A shadow an eye eternally watched
scum of the earth at Krystal-nacht
cobble a merger snatch our votes
knock up a gaggle of new turncoats
Old man willed the dog on a leash
not running wacky, lapping quiche
A tour of Venice, Aloha in Hawaii,
enchanting flesh in the sullied sty
procuring toys without a glitch
only a snap to make the switch
alter the specs to tailor a cause
this or that, o’ change the laws
Slowly hulking to a hunkering beast
Feral and intense its gorging feast
The poison-ivy grows and grows
Ominous blight within us flows
Conceited pygmies twirl their canes
Thugs and smugs cool to the banes
Phoenix an Germania south of the hills
Skimpy li’l slumdogs jostle at the fills
The hydra’s head has over grown
a David’s aim could have it blown
Huge Goliath wouldn’t have known
A lowly sling could have it thrown

(Islamabad)
(April 11,09)