God and the Caste
Temple – not an abode of God
Idol – only a piece made by man
To see his reflection in ruse of worship
The Powerful can see power
The Rich can see riches
Poor see poverty
The more one donates, the more he gets
The more one pleads and cries, Grief is all he gets
Rich can sit in front of the Lord
Others will queue in
The rest will scramble for the leftovers
Rich need the temples
To keep the poor content with poverty
Ain’t we a poor country of rich people?
Or are we a rich country of poor people!
Questions lay unanswered, Treasures lie hidden
The Hungry stay naked in open.
Some fast for glory, many die of hunger
This is the order of the day, dear folks
The powerful are the Brahmins
The rich are the Vaishyas
The middle class are the Kshatriyas
To defend or aspire for power or riches
The rest are the Shudras
based on the Varna system in India and the new order
... Suresh M Iyer
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