Shepherd And Sheep In Politics By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
Got-up is a glorious word,
With Kings and Priests,
It had its secret-feast,
And caged it out as service-fraud.
Some Hub rises, assuming irony of tragic heroes,
Form organizations to wipe out the Zeroes,
They install, by request, inviting sympathy, prayer, force, or fraud,
Their cunning traps, to innocent ones, and keeps vigilant guard.
Wellbeing the Politicians propose in the initial stage,
With showy service to the Proletariats they grace.
Distinction between wealth and poverty, they make issue,
Then let them toil, burn in boil, and they eat-away their tissues.
The Socialism in Russia,
Came out as epidemic malaria,
Marx, the vain-glory with worship, came as the Head,
To the arms of his-ists, to determine the country’s Fate.
Scorns, hatred spites, revenge, anger and fire,
Between the Proletariats and the Jars began the war.
The Socialists won and formed the “Animal Farms”
The flesh was available, and there were no harms..
Lenin set the Urn to collect the proletariats blood,
Ruthless –devilish- Stalin evoked the cruelest flood.
Nero got ashamed and Machiavelli gave a cry,
Language demands dismayed-term to exhale the sigh! ! !
Force and Fear, the two great diabolic arts,
With Mussolini and Hitler were inseparable parts.
The Greek “politeia” turned to Judas, for power-fiend,
And since then, polite-tricks, have been getting trained.
The stains of the two great world war,
Were meant to accumulate world’s power.
The fake teachings of patriotism as the soldiers feel,
Is a concealed –conspiracy between two politicians’ deal.
No country is enemy to one another,
By birth they are friend, and close –brother.
Don’t be a slave to any leader,
A crank is he, and you will be a fader.
Wash- out, wash –out crime –committed,
Rise, and erect-head, to stop bloodshed.
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