They Asked Them Poem by Nidhi Bhati

They asked them,
asked them what they wanted
and they replied asking for
their heart's will, a bit of free will,
without realising what it meant.

Free will for them meant hunger;
a hunger so strong that it
refuses to get engulfed
by those lunatics who like
calling themselves the
conditioners of this
brave new world.

A world that thinks it evolves
but all it does is dissolves.
Dissolve the man and the kind
to leave behind nothing to find.

And conditioners who think
they think but all they really
do is condition the men
and make them sink.

Sink down to a place where
giggling and mingling are like
black and white ancestral dreams
only belonging to our past.

A past so horrific that it decides
to come knocking on our doors
to make people crush and
get crushed in a Jar of
sugar coated Hatred that
exists only in a hush-hush.

A hush so soft that it sobs only to
see who hears it breath.
Breath in and breath out like
a programmed hum.

To hum a melody so brief
like a half way sneeze
that fails to meet its maker.

A maker so insane that he
refuses to read and see,
see what the conditioners
have made him to be.

He acts and eats on
what they feed, So they
feed him a grain
so harsh that it parches
not just him but even the
soil it seeped and toiled.

Now they ask them again,
ask them what they wanted
and they still replied asking for
their heart's will, a bit of free will,
without realising that humans are
given free will in order to choose,
choose between insanity
on the one hand and
lunacy on the other.