N N P Parameswaran

The clouds rumble, O! sons of Malice, hear
The smoke of arson and roar of lies
In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near
Ignorant men, followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
Think! read, what the history of man tells
Of fire that Prometheus brought for our happiness
But, ingratitude of satanic forces by spells
Inflames the fire of Ire and burns all huts and happiness.
Tempters like Hera of Zeus pleasantly smile
Rest in Bars or legislatures, counting votes on computer screen
Echo of slogans on Equality, Fraternity, Liberty from a mile
Makes in social conscience a scathing scene.
The land of Buddha. Abraham Lincoln, prophets of peace all
Sent by God to every race and all clans dull,
Told the people all over to be kind
Loving, lovable and of service mind.
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O! political crookedness, in struggle for power you tempt
People to compete and hate and conquer
Forgetting Divinity by communal vigor and contempt
Religious heads and political aspirants together
Like criminals think and twist the holy ideas, even
They hold holy books in left hand and in right hand gun
And advice disciples to die and kill for heroic heaven
For them, as if death is an easy going fun;
The First Estate of France, still as impulses in world
Reigns the countries- as rulers of, Democracy mocking
And exploit subjects; and devotees of the spiritual world,
Misguide men and women by prayers rocking.
Hope of Heaven and horror of Hell