Treasure Island

indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

My God...!


Who is your god,
Who is mine?

In the mêlée of confusion
We hurl stones on
One another...

Gods once thrown
In splash of colors
At the street corners
To fill growling bellies
Changed sides to slip
Into the silken hands
Of the ochre robed
Corporate barons to
Augment their multiplying
Riches and to change
Nauseous power from
One hand to another

Paraded ostentatiously
In repulsive nudity
Your god and mine get
Disrobed at all hours;
They get displayed as
Piled up commodities
On end of year sale
The middle class throng
Draining their hard earned
Resources in a desperate
Attempt to dress their gods

Submitted: Monday, May 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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