A Gorgon-A, A Hooligan-A & A Bloody Goon-A In Zebra Race Poem by Harindhar Reddy

In a rat race: You got the Zebra race, the Monkey race;
The human-race; some a Gorgon-a,
some a hooligan-a, some a bloody goon-a,
Here one can see Greek Hera In this rat race era.
When the cat's away, the mice will play.

I call you a pig and hog, big bang, boomerang!
Don't worry the same blood flows in me -
inhuman Tic: I eat food with stick plastic, a
hand automatic Pushed some proteins and
vitamins inward But result is fat belly jutted outward.

Change I Mood my and name, each time a new:
Plastic to Iron and drastic as I'm materialistic,
Yes I have a super place to go: NOTHING!
Men can neither stand nor sit;
there isn't even serene silence in the hills.

A knock-down-and-drag-out fight: sun shined in BC
thunder minus rain, At home, in AD heater Vs AC
Everything is blurred - I think we are in rats' alley
DO you know anything? Do you see something?
O yes! Hope is faint, life is a taint as Know I nothing.

Random raced people caroled a canto: Black bleak,
white crack, red dead and pale yellow
faces did leer and snafu with hearts from tobacco
tins with lids rusted and shut, life is a
vale of tears and clitter- clatter of cultured apes.

Men eddy about quixotic kinks: eat and drink,
sleep and sink are raised aloft, hurled in the mist,
striving blindly, achieving nothing - Set up by disease
of modern life with its sick, hurry branched aims,
its heads over-rated and it palsied hearts with strife!

Dong ding, sing-a-song of modern times
It is an age of MACHINES, robots wrestle in a ring,
in every outward and inward sense of that word,
a pot of vagueness, heart of indefiniteness,
tendency to disregard reality are essential element.

In a rat race: You got the Zebra race, the Monkey race;
The human-race; some a Gorgon-a,
some a hooligan-a, some a bloody goon-a,
Here one can see Greek Hera In this rat race era.
When the cat's away, the mice will play.