I hold my pen to uncover the truth
O my countrymen, beware:
By unjustly claiming and self assuming
Inheritance to the halo of martyrdom
These neo-feudal lords, these usurpers of power
Have cheated us of fruits of our labour;
Cunning have been their lofty sermons
yet we showed our utmost reverence,
Let's shed this admiration
they don't deserve our obeisance.
Beware of them, O my countrymen
Beware of their wicked underbelly
Voraciously avaricious as that be.
Yes it is very late in my day
To try and sing such a song,
At an age when my epitaph need be written,
I hold this pen in shaking hands,
Somehow I feel my cry of anguish
Will reach you and shake you out of slumber
And stall their entry to power chambers
And when you awaken my song will have been sung.
That's the epitaph I would cherish
When I cease to be and ever after...
, , , what a great work this is, , , , truly, , , verry powerful, , as everybody has commented, ,
so powerful are your words, sir, throughout the poem..hope judgement comes soon...
We are told again and again that we get a Government we just deserve and in near future we are going to have anarchy if democracy of the kind fails
Thanks, Madam Valsa, for your encouraging comments. Whether one likes it or not, there are times when inevitable seems so very near and that obviously affects your thought process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At an age when my epitaph need be written, I hold this pen in shaking hands, Somehow I feel my cry of anguish Will reach you and shake you out of slumber And stall their entry to power chambers Very powerful lines, though I greatly diapprove of onething.... It is not yet time to write your epitaph... Let there be many many years of active poetic career ahead when you will be voicing your moral indignation from time to time over the corruption and injustice seen around.... Great write!