Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Hellish Intellects And Rustic proletariat.


The headlong foolish intellect from reason's tunnel,
Spreads the poisonous cancer's germs,
The star-world, the parliament and corporate,
Flag the hell of slaughters' farm

The rustic-proletariat, and waged hands,
With simple faith carry the tenor of God's glory,
They care little of the profit perverted stories

Yet, like nature's call the can't avoid vote,
Knowing, chaffy grains on the surface ever float.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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