This Is Just The Tip Of The Iceberg Poem by Ali Rahimi

This Is Just The Tip Of The Iceberg



I am pensively looking at my calendar,
In this gloomy uneventful November,
Things happened I don’t forget, never ever,
Promotion of the abuser, user, scientific butcher,
Humiliation, denigration of the glorious thinker,
Adoration of cowardly admitter and brainless admirer,
Not for this life probably for the hereafter,
The corrupt sleazy criminal is the accuser,
On the divan of kingdom is the adulterer,
At the pinnacle of joy, zenith of power,
What can we do? What can we alter?
Can’t hide my embittered pangs, my anger,
Yes sister, yes friend, yes brother,
Tell me, what is the secret? What is the answer?
I can’t fathom, this cryptic enigma I can’t decipher,
This is just the tip of the iceberg
This is just the tip of the iceberg
This is just the tip of the iceberg
They all cherish the dishonorable treacherous betrayer,
The doctor, engineer, farmer, teacher and carpenter,
He gets powerful, bigger and bigger, notoriously bigger,
The poor hungry child gets weaker, thinner, bonier,
He has no breakfast, no breadwinner, no bread, no water,
His eyes getting blanker, his future bleaker,
Pleading the rich, the heartless bloodsucker, ruthless deceiver,
All give him a short shrift, or a nasty look, like a dog in the manger,
Only mottos, slogans, they just chatter and natter,
They are fake abominable cheaters, devil incarnate, Lucifer,
Poor man’s coffin makes rich man’s coffer,
Yes bones make glittering gold, cash, and coiner,
He could have been a compassionate tender- hearted father,
She could have been a kind caring mother,
But poverty, starvation or the rope shattered,
All the dreams, hopes, pulses, faith and beliefs,
Yes, they did not get the chance to be, to become, to share,
To feel, to function, to see the world granted by God,
To father, to mother, to hug the beloved, to see the light,
to kiss the daughter, to take the son to school,
The colonizer reaps the sweet fruit of the enslaved worker,
Dead is the soldier, feels survival guilt the sincere combater,
War is the Ebola, brutal demoralizer, cruel demolisher,
Wins sharper sword, bigger dagger, like a malignant cancer,
Leeches thrive on blood of chaos and disorder,
Scavengers are nourished by war, ignorance and murder,
Yes, absorb all soul and vigor the sheer sponger,
What is their incentive? Their vested interest? Their inciter?
Who is the culprit? Who is the criminal? Who is the coercer?
Covered is the profiteer, the executioner, lynched is the fighter,
Exposed and pilloried, ridiculed and molested is the liberal thinker,
The big top cat gets greedier, thirstier, hornier,
The lustful hunter is after the poor hooker,
Erects the institution of madness and hysteria,
Spreads his dogma and prejudice like malaria,
This is the cult of delusion and detestable megalomania,
Even, balanced distribution of madness in the archeology of ‘’Order’’
Mental slaughterhouse, emotional morgue, psychological mortuary,
Organizational graveyard of lust, greed, and mania, mania,
Who is the loser? Tell me, who is the winner?
Life is a hazardous gamble, are you the gambler?
This is just the tip of the iceberg
This is just the tip of the iceberg
This is just the tip of the iceberg...

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