Apartheid Intellect Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Apartheid intellect

A jackal all known for his wit and tricks,
Rule a forest as king of the beasts.
He eats the shreds of thrown corpses,
And pleased his subjects with all such sops.

He summoned a meeting for all such good,
His generous serving made beasts bold.
His grade is high for the ploy he plays,
He attacks opponents with fiery phrase.

He shakes his hair to change the airs,
Known to trick that all could stare.
His majestic style is only of colour,
Creates a sense as the best beast lover.

Lions and tigers are unchecked to collect the food,
All are giventhough meagre for the sake of good.
For all this theyhaveto vote for him,
How can they disrespect such a watchful king.

Once a week they get their shares,
Seek like beggars now seems so fair.
They lose strength now to live their own,
Too easy for tigers to chew their bones.

Now the forest is shy with all fulfilling wealth,
Her ripe fruits are now filth and waste.
She reminds all with the care of God the great,
None would prosper for apartheid intellect.

If all ants and bears leave their work,
And chase the truth to live in dark.
Good to all and food to all,
She breasts for ages to care their whole.

Tell themall to live like Kings,
Should not eye to collect ill servings.
She has beenworkingon individual good,
And always happy withits working glades.

She lays food for they work for bread,
She designed her branches as good carriages.
Take all of that what you want as best,
Don't leada life with these festering pests.

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Paramananda Mahanta
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