Thought Spy. Poem by Subrata Ray

May they read,
May they utter
Silent whisper.

But gut they
Have not to raise a voice,
'Thought police' watches,
The pet-wolves are ready,
The parasites are alert,
Invisible missiles threat,

May the know
So what!
Tongues are anesthetized,

The question of survival
Is more than a tiny beep,
Though rating of merit
Is sold to a corporate,
And chastity to brothels,

The greed for Power is well sowed,
Baits for loots are assured,
Snakes, foxes, owls, vultures
Are rampant in wild orgy,

May they feel,
But feeling is beaked by hawks,
They are yoked to carry the power,
And faith-made democracy to rock