The Pitiable Plight! Poem by Subrata Ray

Read and read on,
Commit text and vomit scorn,
Manipulate and speculate,
Sign in the restless bond!

Try to learn war, and war-cry,
Tender you friends’ psychic and fry,
On you hearth, for your wild mirth,
Be fighter, since your birth!

You have to become a big man,
You must try if you can,
You have to pervert, convert,
All the genial spirit of your heart!

You have to date, to mend your fate,
And laugh away all the hellish agony,
That in your fake art, your day stats,
And yet you have to bear with, or die!

In strongly -taxed whirls of intellect,
You can never seek peace and rest,
All hinted looks, from your comrade’s books,
And the set-up quicksands, evoke your suspense!

In a this lunatic-civilization’s lore,
Humanity and humane, have no door,
Rings of hells scream in your orbit,
Drinks, carnal, killing, betray alone merit!