Satish Verma Poet ABC

Another Trial

Liquidity crunch turns you
into lip slave.
The candlelight bed has the broken legs.
Asleep by the boat you sway in dark.
You are still a number in the books, to be fed.
A jigsaw puzzle in the economic boom
starts a jihad. Here I am waiting for you
to start a crusade against the falling stars.
The encounter turns bloody. Shoot out for innocents.
Kids and women, criss-crossing the path of hate.
I was not ready for this disgrace of religion.
The king was making it free below poverty line.
Every wound will be addressed and healed.


SATISH VERMA

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John Rhinem January 28, 2012 at 7:41 AM Smile ˜ Stuck amid a revolving door going round and round and round and round and round ˜ Smile, and there is no bloody revolution but, if there were then I would only count it as a blessing to the blind caught amid that spin cycle design ˜ Love, John!:) ˜

Goode Guy January 28, 2012 at 6:39 AM S.V. - I don't see the ABC structure, but really like the visions of this write, "I was not ready for this disgrace of religion." says what others take entire books to say...well done. ;-)