Treasure Island

sathya narayana

(12-06-1958 / Nellore, Andhra Pradesh)


Raunchy rapists, rancorous garroters,
Gangsters, mobsters and white collar cheats are
Sure and secure in political shelters
Bad cops are busy carting homes, dirty grafts
Good cops are kept to guard lords and blackguards
Laws are interred deep under money vaults
Justice jerks, shirks to retch out of courts hearts
Mistake not; rule of law hasn’t come to a halt
Look at those piled up cases, cunning touts
And remorseless lawyers ruling the roost
And those cracking lathis on the weak backs
Of beggars, rikshapullers and street hawkers
Scared commoners dare not even stare
At the reigning outrage
How can an odd poet react; but to catapult
Letter darts; let someone read them or not

Submitted: Saturday, December 27, 2008
Edited: Saturday, January 23, 2010

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  • Palas Kumar Ray (1/14/2009 12:56:00 PM)

    Our eyes are open Sir, We read your words.
    But We surely not tell you how we feel it about
    Someone said ' Walls do hear', and here's no walls.
    Hats off. (Report) Reply

  • Anjali Sinha (12/30/2008 9:24:00 PM)

    wowwwwwwwww! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! lovely darts u throw
    well they hit the bulls eye I hope
    honesty is you ---the lawyer in you says it
    (I hope its true---I dont believe this lawyer class
    they cheated me once---cannot forget it)
    -10 anjali (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (12/27/2008 6:41:00 PM)

    A brilliant, big bellied rant against corruption in all its guises - from the gangsters who hide underground to those who sit in board rooms and government offices. Never fear that your voice will not make a difference. Your words of rage carry over the sea and open the ears of those, like me, who listen. Great poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Mamta Agarwal (12/27/2008 12:33:00 AM)

    anguish, angst, frustration- cry of a poet, hopeless, yet voices his despair through these poetic lines. is pen mightier than sword- we shall see.
    Sathya ji, very powerful write- criminals make hay, while the poor and the commoners dare not stare at reigning shame. we the people, need to unite and speak in one voice.10

    Mamta (Report) Reply

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