Useless Bastards - Poem by Souren Mondal
Slick, and wonderfully crafted
The world works in mysterious ways
Riches, become more rich
and the poor sway away.
Here in the dreams of the boy living in slums
The corporationals sell pizzas in a fancy resturant
Where his mum's parathas lose their magic
Mutilated daydreams at night
Their bodies are wet in dew
A car runs over them along the footpath.
The dog and the child with a torn, black shirt
No one mourns their death
Let the mercedes crush the innocent daydreams at night
Let the poor beg at stations
We are as blind as the child
who was blinded with acid
To become the beggar that will supply money for drugs.
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