The Dhoti Man Poem by Joshua D'Costa

Every battle vying to cease,
every face blemished in deceive,
the leader prompt to his defense,
over-shadowed unrelenting suspense.


Ink on the finger and alcohol won,
cheap stints to control everyone,
a revolutionary, a liberalist,
a democrat maybe a communist,
unfaithful truth and a whole lotta lies,
compromises made for whole new ties,
yet unashamed they stand,
grappling over that unclaimed land. 


A new face a new promise,
another groan and a clenched fist,
no heaven no bliss,
change tactics change face,
a country never to fall as much as this,
that dhoti man, what a disgrace!