Author: Aamir Aziz
Those who drink the wine of credulity
Are mostly carried away by their eloquent eulogies.
Their present delight for ephemeral revolutions,
Implants curse of future in the womb of time.
They are asked to dance on the rhapsody of words and promises
And are entangled in the quagmire of mass hysteria.
Their gullible acumen is high jacked for humble ransom of support.
They become vulnerable to any mould and machination.
The cascade of circumstances leads them to indefinable depths.
Like incorrigible optimists, they refuse to admit obnoxious opinions.
In any sanguinary encounter, these mortal millions prove a modicum of sand.
The sycophants rule the roost in this civic hunt.
The hangman's noose sustains its shine in general.
However a few hollow dissentients are bribed by the despots.
Such a low profile stampede of sheep they become.
When their hypnotic fit ends, the nightmares have them
Which are the manifestations of their own deeds.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meri (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, July 18 2011, 06:17 pm|
This is so complex, I had to reread it and reread it. I smile at poems that make me think. I need a dictionary for quite a few words used. I like the way you use your words though.
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