A Pit Is On Fire! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

What a pit is it that can dispose,
Whatever that put in it and so exothermic,
So hot, burning, chanting of verses nonstop,
Many of us have lost our meaningful life for it,
This has silenced our rational thoughts, we become obedient,
What a flatterer we are, to praise the worth of unworthy,
What a hypocrite we have become, behave as chameleons,
Survivals for day to day life, our spinal cords curved,
Eyes drooped as we are so shy to see eye to eye,
Our abusers bosses stand straight in imported suits,
Educate us day and night how to be tolerant,
When we get the salary, lesser than that of a slave,
We are the modern free trade workers,
Living in the land of poor, destitute and unfertile,
Lost our precious life for the pits of our families,
That churns for food twenty four hours a day,
But we have to throw some bits at least once in a day,
The fire in the stomachs of hungry people,
Burnt down the ignorance in the countries,
Which are considered as rich and developed,
The same fire in our stomachs will teach the same lesson,
And we will evolve as one of those developed nations.