(Written on March 21, 2013 in celebration of the World Poetry Day)
To the thieving politician who pinches the cake
And the supporting cast who share the loot
To the leader who is clueless
And the follower who cares less
To the crooked officials who break the rules
And their kin who defend their every act
I tell you what dear compatriots
When judgment comes, of citizens, nature or of God
Many who create the rot or sit and watch
And those who benefit and condone today’s rot
Will also gnash their teeth that time
For their damage direct and collateral
They include the worshippers in the corridors of power
And the priests in places of worship
Who hobnob power rather than romance the poor
And thus help fritter our common wealth
For unto them were given the choice life or death
And death they chose and that they’ll get