Our modern society is very deft
at exposing our bodies to emfs.
Wifi at the office.
Wifi in our homes,
and of course those emfs on our cell phones..
We live in the time of instant connections but
whose looking out for our bodies protection?
Electric companies replaced augmented meters
to eliminate the cost of meter readers.
Apartment and condo dwellers absorb the cost
in their bodies cell damage and cellular loss..
Whomever thought that smart meters were smart
when they cause cancers and impact the heart?
Companies now marketing shielding products
but they often appear unworldly, and some what robotic.
I guess I'm too old for this wifi wave so I'm off to
the hills to look for my cave.
You seemed like such a good group
That I bravely entered the loop.
Now my mind works in meters
And couplets compete as
I O.D. on Poetry Soup!
the Irony meter gasket
is blown again and again
with every statement
of our chaos president
and his endless surrogates
promoting the latest Presidential
on spot guidance by our great leader
that must be true
because our dear leader
says it is so
The President accuses his democratic rival
of being senile and needs to be in home
and will be run by his radical left allies
and the right wing media
echoes the presidential absurd comments
refusing to acknowledge
that the president himself
is rapidly fading into dementia
and his radical right cronies
are looting the government
driving out expertise
even in the midst of pandemic
Oh yeah the irony meters
are blowing gaskets
every single day
Senior year, student government
I couldn’t do anything right
When told to paint the trash cans
Our class colors, blue and white
I added my own touch to the job
Always doing too much
Scrawled my name on all the bins
Hoping to gain more fame
Some thought I was uncool, to
Expose myself to the whole school
All I was supposed to do
Was to paint the trash cans blue
The next year they were painted red
I was forgotten like I were dead
The sun sets while the loyal footsteps
of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira
walks down from one corner of the house to another
in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call
out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance.
Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief
that is carried; ingratitude is ignored.
Selling pieces of herself for
their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing
for the dawn to come sooner.
The image of her likeness stands up,
and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil,
metamorphosing it into a modern art,
walking down the streets under the
sun of liberation.
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