Our Bread Values 30 Cents A Loaf Of 400 Gms.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Our Bread Values 30 Cents A Loaf Of 400 Gms..



The social values of the price,
Fluctuate as the angles of sunrise,
Somewhere it is hot as the hungry pits,
Where mushrooms are built as the huts,
Geographical location of hate and love,
Thunderous rivers change into ravines,
Where the flies and mosquitoes rule the place,
The social values of the price kiss the bottoms,
Where the children bloom as the stunted crops,
The notorious ideas of the forward thinking economists,
Erect their motherboards in the pith of spongy plants,
To suck the nutrients to count the prosperity in seconds,
Unsold inventories not the wealth, but the expenditure,
Value added packages are found in the fast food outlets,
Men have nothing to keep in their kitchen, all are dead,
Cleaned and packed in glossy packets with the codes,
Social values convert one economy to be splendid,
And the others to rot and dry as the salted fish,
The use of education is null and negligible,
If one know nothing about the neighbors,
Who are the good manipulators in bytes of messages,
Give us the shroud, so we can cover our heads,
Ignorant Emu are good at it with small heads and huge bodies,
Five billion out of Six have no values, let them rot.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 04 July 2014

Brilliant and captivating way of poetry well penned and straight to the point

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