THEM AND US.
THEM
Versus
US.
Our snazzy dwellings in swanky suburbs.
Their stinking, slums on the city's fringe.
Our high-rises symbolic with our rise in the given dispensation- -
Their fall, a given, from the inception of social-order.
Accursed, they maybe- -who cares?
Karmic burden from previous birth? - -Point in our favor!
WE survive because we are fitter- -' Now, do not digress
in to the privileges of sanguine birth- - an unforgivable intrusion into our rights-domain! whatever we have spiritedly worked for...
amidst conflicts and social strife,
is to protect the privacy of the denizens of our dominion-
The Message has always been loud and clear:
THEM, the under-dogs against US, the top-dogs.
The home-truth is:
The strays on the street shall be culled; the Dharavis shall be demolished- -
Erasure of the public nuisance; eradication of social menace.
The unholy congregation of the lumpen and the socially uncouth
on the orderly boulevards,
graceful gardens,
polluting our lung-spaces- -
Hippies, then.
Transgenders and gays, now.
Topped-up by the great unwashed, crowding the promenades with unabashed curiosity...
WE, the socially- privileged, deserve the buffer space- -
Wherein, fits snugly the Happening Places...where even religious denominations
merge with alacrity,
In those exalted levels- the Upper-Crust:
- -'Now and then, why doesn't Father Nature thrust a famine or two- - A sure-fire way to unburden the POOR, burgeoning city's coffers? '
The Colonial Heritage- -the conscience- keepers at various points in History
had tried vainly to confine into oblivion-
Holds its sway in the social milieu of the God's favorite children...
While the followers of yesteryear revolutionaries, soldier on- -
Traversing the mid-stream bridge of hope on a river- -
A river which flows, infallibly, in the direction WE dictate!
In our scheme of things, today, stands evolved a force-multiplier
to protects the ramparts of the fortresses- - our abode -
The Book of Law.
The unwritten code is the the Law is 'designed' to favor US, in the end...
The 'understanding' is 'fair- to- all' treatment in terms of justice- -
Basically an illusion which is an opiate- -
to the untrained,
the rustic minds, never able to realize
the transient nature of the ruse.
The time- tested ploy handled by professional mercenaries.
(Now, you don't blame poor old Emerson for his irrelevance, in the present times)
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. (C.) KUMAARA SUKEJA. JULY,2015.
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