Owning land has always confounded me; nay,
not owning but the concept, I should say,
for all my entitlements are contested, not owned!
Still, I hope it does not disqualify
me from having a petty word or two,
for I have seen the desire for more cows and land
making a Titan out of almost everyone –
brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers too.
Wherever one stands it would seem as if
the ground below their proud feet and the sky above
are theirs, from mother Gaea and father Uranus,
respectively. Each as ruthless as Ares and
more adept than Loki at cunning and deceit!
All for what, I have no idea, not that we live
past a hundred years at best and even then
around one third of the time we are either
growing up or decaying to be on a par with Death!
History as ancient as the first words
and the trail of burnt clay and human bones
from the preceding time are full of violent tales
of our desire that grows like a cancer,
in the name of greatness, both great and small.
Even when we invented laws and then guards,
the influence and its projection too were reformed
to suit the need of those who held the sway,
with power or wealth or sometime with both;
the sway holds a charm to make its holders alike.
In the west, the wealthy are said to be the powerful
but the powerful are the wealthy in the east,
though all for what, I cannot tell, not that we need
any land for good unless we want to be buried
and even then three and a half of arm’s length would suffice!
Justice is a holy grail seldom found,
where the accused one is guilty as charged
until proven otherwise beyond all shreds of doubt!
Power, though, is secured from such vile threats,
as it can seldom be held accountable
for any of its’ words, actions or policies!
Affluence is the sole means to positions
where talent is as deep as pockets go,
unaffected by the mass or volume of the mind!
Rooking, though, is held to be as brilliant,
almost as one’s inherited properties,
starting lower but rising faster than the rich!
This is not history through a magnifying lens
but the very state of my world in present tense!
As I sat under the famous Sacred Fig,
her leaves spread a soothing shadow across
the noble eightfold path that had brought me there,
away from indulgences of all kinds!
I have forsaken wealth for harmony,
as one tranquil breath is more precious than
living a century of feeders’ life!
Since then more than twenty five centuries
have passed and time distorts everything,
so now that Sacred Fig is used for violence,
looting, arson, murder and even rape
in the lands of Rakhine and Sinhalese!
In the end they vilify themselves, not the ways,
for the noble path cannot sire anything but peace!
Startled, I often rise up from sleep,
with my limbs trembling and sweat drenched
but my throat turned too sore and dry,
choked as if by the soot of fear,
in the throes of a tragic dream,
a dreadful and haunting nightmare,
borne by past follies or tomorrow’s loss,
too pale and numb and shaken to my core!
The former kinds keep chasing us
like the Furies in Orestes,
to avenge Clytemnestra’s death,
while the latter, always taunting
that we might lose our dearest things –
be it affluence, power, life, love or fame!
If we could stop worrying for the future
and let go of the past for once and all,
we could have savored the heavens right here
and set the world free from Incubus, the Terrible!
Guess you sleep fitfully at night,
for how can you sleep with peace in your mind,
with so much innocent blood on your hands!
Well, you’d say, “I can’t understand”!
But of course that is what your nature is,
ignorant and yet, so self important!
Yes, you, men and women of dress,
of uniforms, stately though transgressed,
entrusted with the baton of law and peace,
the human hands of blind Justice
but no, you uphold the influence and wealth,
like the oligarchs of an extinct world!
Come and redeem yourself and rectify!
Come, each of you and join the humankind!