nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Nosebag - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

A bag of fodder for a horse hung from the horse's head,
Allow it to eat at will.
Something like this is better if a man get nowadays?
Like the horse he too runs in the life-marathon for his daily bread.
In this ridiculous Drama,
Rich goes to the sky without rockets,
And the poor become poorest.
The bourgeoisie crawls on the expandable 'Globalization'.
And he dies on the road of starvation like a stray dog.


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  • (10/19/2006 6:02:00 AM)

    The eternal contrast between those who have and those who have not. Sartre said, 'When the rich make war, it is the poor who die.'. Write on, Nimal.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010


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