Cost Of Guilt. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

At times immense.
Because the Americans defined guilt in error.
We Indians defined Americans as Mexicans.
The Italians lost lust,
The world wood Owen pizza.
Pakistanis lost the art of terrorism.
Indians the art of blaming Pakistanis.
UK got de addicted from being UK.
Europe got sensible.
Chinese got more collaborative,
Japanese got more relaxed.
The rest of the world stopped to matter.
Amazon flowed free along with the Yagzte Kiang, the dead Nile and the coloured Missisipi.

Internet got expensive than gold.
Gold was cheaper than water.
Air priceless.

Humanity traded high on NYSE.

The dollar is all that remains.