Can You Dig The Rain In Mines? Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Graft and heat swell
Our poor health to quell.
Those who need to bell the cat
sing paeans to the powerful
and sound the knell to justice
that is already bitten and bent.
People have no strength
to rise and wage a fight;
for the goons they’re in fright
and sell their votes to the might.

Man made tricks sour
the cost of vegetables and fruits.
Ground water looks red
and the polluted rivers clad in blue.
Theft and killing for the gains
are daily events with which
Our neighborhood shines.
People fear to tread at night
where they were born and bred.