A Land of Ripples

(where I was born) A land where guns are no longer fired in anger But in deceitful dreams. A land where people starve for a peaceful recipe Till they are no longer hungry. A land where hypocrites trade divinity With symbolic rituals. A land where obituaries and condolences Cost a lifetime's earnings. A land where a gang of dropouts burnt a library Demanding a script. A land where illiterate grandparents shed spiritual tears Over the illicit affair of a god and his concubine. A land where mongrels and swine debate upon The wisdom to rule or serve. A land where vision takes a back seat And the cart pleads for progress to a reluctant horse. A land where a sick politician prescribes antidotes to The sedated, like a seasoned harlot who moans like a virgin. A land where a poet wonders aloud, Though it's against the grain to ask: Who caused the ripples?