In the kingdom of stupidshine
Every thing was fine.
King demoniac ruled his roost
With utmost precision.
His kiths and kin
Pals and chums
Dear and near ones
Flourished like sunshine.
Every voice that dared to protest
Was snuffed to silence
Before that spark could ignite
It was thrown in darkness.
His chums controlled the outer layer
Of that tasteless fruit
The whole world was bedazzled
By their prosperous look.
Deeper one went into that fruit
Bitter and bitter it became
But Demoniac was smart
He knew how to maintain his façade.
His rule was simple- buy them all
So that they sing his praise
Don’t even bother to look inside
Where the common people dwell.
If you can’t buy them- crush them
For one voice generates another
So before it’s too late
Kill them- kill each and everyone.
There is no use trying to serve
Each and every citizen
As long as crème de la crème is happy
Rest can go straight to hell.
Silence the protest
No one will know
Whats inside that glitzy covering
Just pretend the fruit is made in heaven.
Pretension works magic
Especially if it’s pouted from ruby lips
Discussed in chandelier lit dining rooms
Where diamonds and emeralds glitter.
Sharmishtha basu
29.08.10
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Kingdom of king Kong 18.09.10
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King Kong rules his kingdom
just the way its meant
no one should dare to say
a single word against
dungeons await rebels
shower of gold jesters
wealth for supporters
scary death for protesters.
Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10
