rhetorical…


the old man
bapa dola
drew a circle
in the sand
and
asked
his students
if this is the earth
can you find
a corner
where children
do not suffer
because
of what men
do
to support
their wars
of greed
the sand
was struck
only
by
tears

writers’ manifesto…

writers-manifesto

you may
silence
our words
but
never
our thoughts
you may
uproot us
but
never
our history
you may
proclaim
victory
but
never
will we accept
defeat
so
the battle
rages
even while
you sleep
and
like
an earthquake
we shall
move
the very ground
you
stand on

your ticket’s been punched…

your-tickets-been-punched

we vainly
deal
with our fears
as if
they will respond
to
the words
of
others
if
expressed
in
an office
or
meditation center
delegating
our
decisions
to
robed
and
un-robed
messiahs
of
our own personal sorrows
messiahs
conveniently
found
on webpages
which
apparently
was
prophesied
by
liberals
and
conservatives
in
a national poll
thus
making the transition
to
a
dulcet
intellectual peasant
validated