Messiah, Don't Mess With Him

Empty screen, what to fill up with?

Nothing meaningful words less so!

Life is to be lived only by the moneyed

Honey, I shrunk the poor, a pity dear!

Billions count only for the numbers

To call ourselves the largest democracy.

To feed them or treat them or 

To educate them or to employ them

Is beyond the powers that be

Let it be, fate can’t be changed.

Millions of gods powerless in their mythic existence

Lone messiah, what can he do but talk,

Not a cakewalk, the exodus that one saw.

Plowers of soil on a boil, 

Equanimity of the nation on a roil.

Reflection on the mirror of conscience

Prickling, Viswaguru on the mat, 

Not getting a pat, but getting brickbats.

Dissent put on a leash, thou shall not speak

We don’t want to hear even a squeak.

All is well, you a million idiots

Messiah, don’t mess with him.