veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Step Mother Attitude


You look like us, but fatter and bitter,
Your skin is fresher, not washed in the water,
That mixed with mud, germs and not filtered,

You look like us, but you have the dollars,
Which are green in color and have the buying power,
You can buy our fields of rice bowl with a signature,

You look like us, but you sing different anthem,
When you are there, while at home you are the actors,
Our innocence is the treasure, on which you have your fingers,

You look like us, but you are modeled for different purpose,
You are the puppets while some people hold the threads,
Nothing is free and fair, though you are qualified to be naturalized,

You look like us, but you are the warriors of the old and new world,
You are programmed to compete and slaughter the poor and naive,
ethnic competition is the new chapter for the political toads.

You look like us, but you have abandoned your own mother,
staying with the step mother makes you to be a trickster,
she uses you to abuse us to feed her broods to be lazier.

Submitted: Friday, July 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 05, 2013
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