Ingrained Inequality - Poem by Shreej k.c
Fine, I like algebra but what's the fun
in solving an equation
where Xs and Ys are already known.
Yes, I do have six by six vision
and see well the unco unequal division.
Should I stand holding the scale
while billion cats quarrel for cake, their avarices
and million monkeys keep biting off the pieces
banking balance to balance the imbalance
economists equating equal inequality.
Should I face this final dark age of vice unfold
human civilization degenerating as is foretold.
I see worship and wise preach Karma's play;
brainy brilliants advocate it serves evolution
eluding egalitarians, evoke erroneous emulation.
Yes, I see the one percent shinning gold.
Should I go on hunger strike and revolt
while there are diverse donkeys drudging
twice as hard to grab the metallic fascination
ready to replace, run over my rigorous renunciation.
Is it better I sit back in my lousy couch
watch the antipodes, eating unbuttered popcorn pouch
-heartrending privation and the comical extravagance,
or is it time I stand up and speak against
languidly levied levy lifting lavishness?
Poet's Notes about The Poem
As a citizen of a developing country with a low income economy, ranking 145th of 187 countries on the Human Development Index in 2014, further devastated by major earthquake in April 2015, I have seen it struggle with chronic political unrest and landlockedness. It now faces the critical fuel crisis due to blockade at the entry points.I have first hand experience of living with power cuts for 12-16 hours per day and in these past months, waiting for hours at bus stations, retrograde replacement of cooking gas with fuel woods, schools closing, hospitals running out of basic medications and crippling effects on all the sectors whilst the humanitarian crisis and extreme inequalities in the rural vicinities of my country and those ranking below on HDI only proves the degeneration of mankind.
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