Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Money and humanity..


Thousands of years of life,
In the small huts beside the rivers,
The rain has no power,
The wind has no power,
The sun has no power,
The flood has no power,
The drought has no power,
To destroy our bonds,
The waves from the west,
Carrying the seeds of their culture,
Spreading fast in our lands,
Let us hold our hands strong,
To weed them out to save our bonds,
Of love in our hearts,
We have survived all those calamities,
That came from the East,
Though we sacrificed a few siblings,
This wave is very strong,
Come on boys and girls,
We are not going to be their victims,
We are going to be their teachers,
They will learn a few lessons from our culture.

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 08, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (7/9/2013 5:19:00 AM)

    The advance of the western cultural myth is not one that can be banked on.
    The fact that it has been here the same now as it was thousands of years ago, indicate a probability
    it will remain for more time in the future. (Report) Reply

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