Should I write about
The hate-spewing machine
Spinning yarns of venom
Casting half-truths for effect
Events turned upside down
Flavoured with selective episodes
Splattered with gory images
Of victims unaware of the narrative
Blown out of proportion
To the waiting arms of trolls
Social guerillas stationed somewhere
And a pliant media eager to please.
Should I worry about
The illegals nesting in my land
Narco-terrorists and refugees of war
Overlords of poppy and opium
Land-grabbers and multiplying chieftains
Of conspiracies hatched elsewhere
On the drawing board of geo-politics
Goading the naive militants in bunkers
Indigent womenfolk on the highways
Selling a distant dream of separation
Gathering the kindred, forming alliances
In quest of a ‘Unpromised land’.
Should I cry arms and legs stretched
For the imbeciles and courtiers
Ego-nourishers and self-seekers
Surrounding the self-centred Prince
Anointed by master-puppeteers;
Or for the self-appointed patriots
Of a resurgent Meitei nation
Bereft of an outcome and end
Standing tall in the comfort zone
Dancing to the beat of a broken drum
To an unfinished song, out of tune
While the villagers die in bunkers.
Should I keep mum and wait
For the One to break his silence
To turn his gaze upon us
Miserable souls and victims
Caught in intermittent crossfire
Of bullets and bombs raining
Of virulent posts and tweets
Poisoning our minds and senses
Or for the proverbial monkey
To sit on the mound in judgement
And distribute the bread crumbs
Among we, lesser beings.
