Mc Crows@macroeconomics... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When the macros are micros,
The cables are hung for the crows,
The water is carried in the trucks,
The pots are waiting in the queues,
Oceans of people on the roads,
Waves of modernity never found,
The houses are kept as neat as the nests,
Who bothers about the ravines and mosquitoes?
The free mother tongue education is not desirable,
Men stand in front of the English School,
Colleges sprout as mushrooms,
Sons and daughters are pauper makers,
The dream to run away is seeded in their hearts,
The lonely parents fight and weep,
When the micros are macros,
Human have become the commodities,
When the Macros are Micros,
The governments of the nations are in poverty.