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Duplicity

Duplicity
Is there a person present beyond the plastic shell?
The AI generation exemplifies artificiality
The same plastic makeup that is prevalent in humans.
Are we people, or are we robots with artificial intelligence?
Devoid of real feeling and emotion, fixated on self.
While our fellow men waste away, 
Their calls for support and help lay in vain.

We remain fixated on money, on gadgets on flimsy values
Hypnotised by material things, by disposable whatnots.
Gone are care, compassion, role modelling, and humanity.
Selfishness, greed and egoism have entered our lives
Truth be told, we are not moved or touched by anything!
The God-created human form and being
Sadly replaced by machine learning, by robotics by codes!

We are deaf, we are blind, we are retarded.
We live in a disposable world, a world destined to crumple.
We replace organs, goods, people and entertainment
By computer graphics, AI tools and 3D printing.
Are we using intelligence? Are we using our God-given brain?
Or do we mimic the robots, the AI Gods and the Handbook for Dummies?
One never knows, I guess, even this work may be from outer world.

Copyright © Yuvarasen Gounden | Year Posted 2025



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Life is an Act

Life is an Act
As life marches on swiftly
As clocks tick incessantly
We, the shadows of existence
Act out our scenes
On the glorious global stage.
Are we heroes, are we failures?
Does the audience applaud or do they jeer?
Or do they bawl?
Our acts can enthrall
Or it can decimate us.
Are we role models?
Are we unworthy actors?
Do the youth stare in awe
Or do they cringe in horror?
What lessons are passed down?
What values are cherished?
Culture is eroded.
Language undergoes change.
Morals, ethics and values are mouthed
Devoid of meaning and understanding.
Words are spoken without feeling.
Actions robotic and plastic.

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Through Madness and Mayhem

Through the Madness and Mayhem
“Alice, Alice,” the Mad Hatter said, “come to the table where jesters dance
A tale I'll weave, of merry delight so that you can enjoy, laugh and prance
Alice was awed, her head was bowed, but soon she jerked up straight
“Oh Alice, have some tea, it may be cold, why oh why are you so late?
We played a game of hide-and-seek, it went on for hours,” the Hatter said
“Why,” asked Alice all in awe, “did it take so long to get on the head?”
“You know good friends are hard to find,” was what Hatter said.
“Somebody stole my Microsoft Office and they are going to pay
They have my Word and my documents too I pray.”
Hatter stared at the table and said, “I hate this mess and what I think
My friend got hit by a soda, thank God it was a soft drink!”
But in this merry, uproarious place, Was a snail with a slow-paced grace. 
He joined the scene with a witty pun, "Oh, I’m not fast, but I’m ‘escargot’-ing to fun!"
Dormouse piped in, “I had a dream last night. It was strange.”
“Pray tell,” implored Alice. Want hot tea? I will arrange.
“I was swimming in a lot of orange soda
Turned out to be a Fanta Sea, sorta.”
“March Hare, a very merry un-birthday to you. Tell us a story too.”
“Thank you, thank you, I have a story and a good one for you.
My wife tried to apply at the post office, but they wouldn’t letter. 
They said only mails work here. Ha ha ha Can you do any better?”
“Why is a raven like a writing desk,” asked Hatter.
“I have no idea,” said Alice. “Is it because it is fatter?
“I wasn’t originally going to get a brain transplant, but then I changed my mind.”
“Ha ha ha, Alice. A merry un-birthday to you my dear. Bless your heart, you are kind”
“Tea, tea, tea, hot tea and cakes. Serve, serve serve.
  Cold tea, cold tea, cold tea, some nerve!
Dormouse, dormouse, a very merry un-birthday to you, to you
Tell us a story, tell us a story so before I get cakes, tea and the flu.”
“The machine at the coin factory just suddenly stopped working, hey gents
It doesn’t seem to make any cents.”
“Ha, ha, ha, good one. Enjoy your un-birthday I will get cake and tea
 Make sure you stay, eat, tell tales, tales of sorrow and of glee.”
“I have to go down the rabbit hole again. I must go, I must go
  First, I must eat some cake and drink some tea so my cheeks aglow.
  The past, the present, and the future walk into a bar. It was tense!”
Talk about tense, talk about sense, talk about news, talk about world
I gotta go now, no time for cake, no time for tea, no time at all I feel curled.




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Not that Jack and Jill

Not that Jack and Jill

Jack took Jill up the hill 
On the pretext of fetching water
But the need for some weed 
Was a far more pressing order.
The hill was all green with flowers asunder
When they lit the pipe so they could go under
Jack inhaled deeply and spied Jilly with a posy
She took the pipe and took it in till her cheeky were rosy
They lay a while, and closed their eyes, the birds all chirps and singing
The clouds floated and bobbed their beards as weed and ecstasy collided
The sky was bluer, the grass greener, the air fresher as senses imploded.
Another puff, eyes closed, and images dance in the gentle breeze
As clouds part, God appears, staff in hand, smiling with ease.
All sounds are dappled, all objects move slowly, deliberately

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The Trump Card

The Trump Card
Our world, it burns in fits and starts
Gaza, Ukraine, Russia, Israel are parts
That burn aflame and tether on a brink
What do we need? A solution? A drink?
Truth be told it’s a matter of fate
Told in the stars at heaven’s gate.

A pack of cards in all the suits
Yeah we need good pairs of boots
Clubs, hearts, diamonds and spades
Play your cards right or all hope fades
Is it the Joker that we watch for Hades?

No, my friends, it is the mighty Trump
That reigns supreme when the world’s a dump.
The ace up the sleeve is a myth alright
Even if you play into the dead of night.
The don of dons is the Trump alright.

Make no mistake he is no Donald Duck
Neither is he a Mickey Mouse.
Disney is all fun and games
But here it is all politics and dames.
Yes, the mighty Trump is no lame duck.

He seems to love the smell of musk
All from morning, noon and dusk.
This ace of clubs he pulls from the pack
To get elected to start the rack
And ruin of the world – no turning back.

Soon in the dessert like Shelley’s Ozzy
We will see the trunkless head of this bozzy.
The air is thick with the rancidity of musk
Mixed with X, T and the trump all fusk.
So, how do you think your deck is stacked?

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Our Treasured Children

Our Treasured Children
Protect our children, hand-in-hand
Teach them strength and to be aware
Goodbye to silence, goodbye to fear
Together we shall dry all the tears.

Oh children, our children
Stay safe and warm
Let the heavens protect you 
And keep you smiling

Let’s educate, lets raise voices
Make sure every child has choices
A life lived free of fear and doubt
A world that is kind and just
In the name of love, we must earn their trust
We stand as world parents, and guardians too
Our hearts aflame, protecting children, we break the chain
Love is our guide, courage our weapon

In the battle for their safety, we will not deter
We shield the light of innocent hearts
From callous predators who want to steal
And tear innocence apart, wreaking havoc and pain
In unity and strength we take a stand
We protect out children with vigour and passion
Every child, their safety assured
We are not deterred in the endless fight

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My Roots

My Roots
Pluck at my green leaves
Devour my fruit with gusto
Hack at my bark all day
Carve your name on my trunk
My roots remain steadfast

Snip at my blossoms
Relish in its colours and scent
Stroke my buds and wait
Swing on my boughs with glee
My roots remain steadfast

This is my identity
This is what defines me
Makes me unique
Makes me bold
My roots remain steadfast

Clones are ubiquitous
My DNA is under attack
My companion mimics me
But could never be me
My roots remain steadfast

I am under scrutiny
My community of overseers
My society of critics
Searching for anomalies, imperfections
My roots remain steadfast

I absorb the nutrients and I grow
I draw life-giving water and thrive
It is with roots I survive
My generations of gripping roots
My roots remain steadfast

Copyright © Yuvarasen Gounden | Year Posted 2025


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