A (not so) little something I wrote for my school magazine.
Where things ain’t good till they’re wrapped in mink,
Where the baseless thrive and the simple ones sink,
Where truth ain’t cool and the Rich is the Saint,
Where dance ain’t good, till there’s UV paint,
Where music’s “dead” if it’s got no “groove”,
Where the Truthfuls stand and the Ass-licks move,
Where prayers get taped as MP3s,
Where machines replace the mountain breeze,
Where money-making is all that’s taught,
Where music, art and education’s bought,
Where boys must hide to sip their beer,
Where discipline is wrought through fear,
Where respect is bought by those with power,
Where the wise have left and the stupid flower,
Where a country can be a superpower,
Where nuclear weapons bear our final hour,
Where the government preaches “smoking kills”,
Where men live on by taking pills,
Where boys in school learn about success,
Where burqas are worn; men roam shirtless,
Where sex is hidden, and “geeks are lame”
Where stereotypes make us shun fame,
Where culture is fashion, and trends are set,
Where brands set prices that must be met,
Where one must live, and can’t escape,
Where girls pay money to stay in shape,
Where Quality must cost to stay intact,
Where men with muscles get “chicks” who are “stacked”.
Where you’re hanged for rape, but Globalization’s great,
Where Democracy is chosen for an ignorant State,
Is where we live and sleep and dine.
…
And yet, must we sit and just malign
The world, or can we still strive and shine
Amidst this, to bring back what we consider lost?
To be the warm yet gentle sun amidst the frost
Collected in the century’s unstopped snowstorm? Do we intend
To just sit and write rhyming verses to give vent
To our frustration, just as useless as the rest?
No, I don’t think so. But then again, thoughts are cheap.
