A COMMON MAN LIKE ME, could not dream to live freely under the Sun and the Moon like this. It belonged to the rich…. It belonged to the politically aligned It belonged to the certain castes and communities, the minorities, the majorities, the illegal settlers ….. And I did not belong to any one.
I could not drink the pure water flowing in the river like this. It belonged to the farmers, the fisher folks, the sand miners, the land owners and the states. I paid for every drop I consumed.
In this beautiful World created by the Almighty God, I wished I could live freely. When I took up to build my shelter here, I was taxed. I paid the tax on my hard earned salary… I was taxed for purchasing the plot I was taxed on every brick I got. I was taxed for every meal I ate I was taxed for every item I bought The Tax multiplied. Illegal settlers enjoyed full tax benefit Illegal settlers got tips to go home and come back once again Illegal settlers brought in their more close and far away relatives to settle in this heaven I got half tax benefit, for I was a native of this free land of Almighty God.
Now I realize how, till the end of my life I remained a poor common man For one reason… I was taxed EXTRA TO LIVE…..
An autopsy was being conducted with brutality to silence the rising dialogue, pulling out the lethal crunch of scripted history. You want the kiss of a parting grain. A secondhand face crops up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed of
I want to be part of something Something greater than I Something that will continue to live when am gone I want to live for something something that will change the world something that will promote humanity I want to
Whereby: The scent of your breath love dances like a butterfly. Drenched in your raining desire lush spring awaits. Yearnings whispered vigorously. The sun kissed golden season’s ancient story filled with certainty and uncertainty. Every word I utter reflects you.
Divide & rule is a common act in our nations, They say politics is a dirt game, though every day we experience politics, Allocation of resources been major politics, It’s a horrifying reality but we have politicians & voters, Lisa
The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You