The Murder Most Foul - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
The meanest murder minus of machete,
Overwhelming greed blamed, sole bleeding knife;
Who held the knife? Manic men of market?
Fair lady herself—too much freedom rife?
To save her skin she this defence did make:
Infidels do breed their own tragic ends—
Oft making markets seem a sad mistake;
But here she used her own barest of hands.
No darling; not in fear, ye died of hate,
In greed of growth I guess, guilt-edged progress,
And yet, ere ye fall to thine destined fate,
I blame less Lady Greed, more her excess.
If bleed ye must ye shall bleed not in vain,
Should greed be girdl’d, rein’d in to restrain!
This sonnet is in the form of allegorical satire
on the goings on of global market meltdown. The
sonnet’s structure takes its inspiration from Sir
Walter Raleigh’s ‘A secret murder hath been done
- Sonnets | 08.11.08 |
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