Oscars And Us Poem by lalitha iyer

We beg
Your attention
we are the slum dogs
wagging for your intentions

yes, we lick your toes
with no remorse
we kiss your paths
thorns dont prick us sharp.

Our culture we sell
for your money please
our music we fill
with your choices with ease

Our traditions to waste
it is only history to taste
we film for white man's whims
import adultery to chase his aims.

Our brides we parade
with whiteness betrayed
for men of money to trade
and semen her alongwith funds.

We Indians shall bow
to anyman who shows
the coffers of coins in gold
our need is money old or sold.

Purity is not in our search
we need to mix to remix
and fix and refix to six
just for dollars we lie and lisp.

Our lady we in nude
angles adjust for your brood
degrees of beauty you decide
just give us money -us slum dogs.

Our music like our mother
we feel just is old and weary
she doesnt dresses to party
and knows not what is modernity

we in adultery believe
to usher in new life
and language to this century
pregnant India with foreign luxury.

Your Oscars are to our taste
we shall kill any domestic to feast
to be known, to be famous
we shall rejoice in compromise.

Thanks for the Oscars
we slum dogs are happy
thanks for the golden idols
our streets neat with nappies.