Revolution At Hand Poem by Vivek Tiwari

Turning and turning in the Anarchy`s gyre
Goodness is drowned deep in its mire,
Cheat, deceit, betrayal and flirt
Are ingredients of Monarchy`s heart.
Men in power lack moral dignities
Oppression and Malice are honoured duties,
Honest hands are broken violent
Goodly voices are suppressed silent.
Toys of delicacy are gone off the fairs
Cruelty and brutality are sold at thoroughfare,
Those that humble are thoroughly cheated
Fraudulent and deceptive are warmly greeted.
Endless anarchy is the Demon's sole aim
Common motives are subject to disdain.

But patient Patience` patience is broken
Impatience' fury is giving its token-
Surely a great Revolution is at hand
Surely a great Transition is at hand.
Surely the courageous hearts are willed
To way the Revolt, passion filled,
Surely they arouse the rise of a wave
To hunt the Demons off their caves!