Harvest Moon Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Harvest Moon
Hyperactive dead soul's hegemony sent their heavenly body aliens
to the earth for a research of current crisis.
At first hand they have been to the henpecked politicians
who play hide-and-seek and found their hideouts.
When they saw the agents they were helter-skelter with their henchmen.
The visitors met warmongers and weapon manufacturers
and they were boasted their sudden progress.
Then the homeless people gathered and grumbled with their problems.
Harsh underworld and their leaders gave them a grand party
and they bribed to each diplomat a handsome gift.
The report says; 'All were happy here and it's very hard to find a beggar.
Full of intellectuals and no unemployment at all.
We have been to a harvest festival and they treated us well.
This is the Utopia indeed.'
Very cynical and satirical. I believe these aliens need a reality check.' Their 'Harvest Festival' sounds more like Bedlam than Utopia to me.Cheers for your rich imagination. Sandra
'At first hand they have been to the henpecked politicians who play hide-and-seek and found their hideouts.' What an outstanding turn of phrase, Nimal. This is an incredible achievement as you bring together the wrongs in such a short poem and how these things are brushedunder the carpet. The imagery is fantastic such an inteligent way of constructing a narrative. I bow to you my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Damn! Denis has preempted my comment about your 'henpecked politicians who play hide-and-seek and found their hideouts.' Such economy of words - and yet what a punch they pack. Your use of irony is second to none. Brilliant. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥