The Actors Are Ready.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Throw the peanuts of promises,
As we are the helpless citizens,
Having ten fingers,
Throw us peanuts of hopes,
Which finger you want to paint,
And that finger is yours,
But they spit on the index finger,
Now they want us to press,
With the little fingers,
The drama is staged perfectly,
On the platform of every country,
That believes in democracy,
Believes the gays and lesbians,
Talks about the D & C and The Gods,
Health care for obese and skeletal,
Employment for employed and unemployed,
High rises with vacant apartments,
The not run taps of foreclosed houses,
Empty stomachs need metal pots,
The botched hut with oil lamps,
Supplied with T.V and mixer,
Citizens hold hand phone,
Imported Fried chicken compete,
With the beggar's pizza franchise,
Xenon Front lights of the car,
The imported cheap plastics,
From the communist China,
Citizens are uncomfortable,
They can't afford a house,
The price hike in the soil,
Metal, water, fuel and food,
Citizens are over engrossed,
With their own implanted worries,
The democratic leaders are elected,
The next four or five years,
They will build their tunnels,
Underneath, below the hope,
And dreams of every innocent.