Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Booming Impostors. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Why there were no reasons,
But fabrications of Arabian tales,
The revival of the Donquicxotes,
In Tropic Of Cancer with overtones,
And lingering languish of Push-thoughts?
Why the paralytic pens earn trophy,
For their secret deals and pornography.
The glittering baits for nightly whales,
And stamped masquerades of politics,
With swift-changing gramophoned ladies,
Paranoids, bouncers, and Big-brothers ,
In the cabinets of democratic states ,
Steam the spirit of the Nazis,
And manipulate psychic-threats.
Why? An Eliot skips two world-wars,
An Wells with lechery vomits romantic science!
Why? And yet are glorified.
The priests and the kings,
Succeed as the bourgeois of literature,
And the laws of the States are made,
With the oily tongues of political criminals,
The butchers of the dignity of the working class.
Alarming refugees in cheap brothels,
Are contrived by the Statesmen to have revenues,
More of prostitutions than agricultures and industries,
The face visits with alms by prophetic ministers,
And in the corridors forced cadging from slumps,
Are ordained as the mandate of Yeomen service.
Swindling as prerogative of trick-woven politics,
Trespass the lonely quarters of the honest breads!
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