Existence in an immortal sense
\nwe feel its latent power
\nWhat is their vast nirvana
\nA visionary of each hour
\nAn intimate regard for life
\nEach opportunity
\nTo interconnect
\nTo reciprocate
\nAnd do so mutually<\/p>\n
Its perhaps the human
\nContrariness theres no antidote
\nOut there
\nIts full of inconsistencies
\nAnd chaos and despair
\nUnevenness and diversity
\nChangeful in the extreme
\nNo semblance of a true response
\nSo nothing to redeem<\/p>\n
The Pachyderms responses
\nAre hard to quantify
\nA quantum leap into our dark
\nIn a blink of their eye
\nThe disparate regard to size
\nTo the greatness of their scale
\nTo the magnification that does exist
\nIf literally all does fail<\/p>\n
They are mountains on four legs
\nIn fact
\nAstride perhaps our stream
\nAn imperial example
\nPart of nan amazing team
\nUncontrollably desiring
\nOf a peaceful place beyond
\nThe pageant and the mayhem
\nIf asked to respond<\/p>\n
An inner peace is prevalent
\nTo a swarming human crowd
\nWith ligatures and massive chains
\nA yoke thats overpowered
\nAs violence raises all our heads
\nAnd a whirlwind of a thought
\nBrings back a sudden memory
\nA derangement that had caught<\/p>\n
Of bygone beatings bull hook rants
\nOf expletives by the score
\nOf arthritic legs worked over
\nFrom the maggots of Lahore
\nOf Kerala’s vile mahouts
\nOn drunken raids of sin
\nWho beat into their bodies
\nAnd tore frantically through their skin
\nSores became apparent festering and pain
\nPrecursors of long feverish months
\nSpent painfully in the rain<\/p>\n
The torment the conditioning
\nThe frightful bouts of fear
\nThe bullying the casualties
\nThat all become more clear
\nThe repetitiveness of daily chores
\nThe monotony of mass
\nUnfathomable behaviour
\nA kind of sordid gas<\/p>\n
That chokes them in seclusion
\nAnd is forever there
\nLike the bogeyman just waiting
\nTo tear out lumps of hair
\nTo threaten your existence
\nYour eventuality
\nTo stir your inner feelings
\nAnd your destiny<\/p>\n
A kind of inspiration
\nA cause we would have to say
\nPivotal in a change of heart
\nYour chance to run away
\nTo break the ties that bind you
\nAnd exert the strength you hold
\nThe vigorousness you manifest
\nAnd the tension that is rolled
\nUp in one great mighty surge
\nTo take back what is yours
\nTo trample on those mahouts
\nFor in essence they were the cause<\/p>\n
They just got over confident
\nTheir arrogance away
\nWith all the foreign fairies
\nThat dance their night away
\nThey bull hooked you too many times
\nThey energised your stress
\nThey over did their beatings
\nAnd never could confess <\/p>\n
They sabotaged their chances
\nTheir downfall was their own
\nThey reached into catastrophe
\nWith those bad seeds they had sown
\nSubverting all our trust in them
\nAnd allowing us to be
\nRising like a tempest
\nTo be unbelievably<\/p>\n
Out if it beyond the pale
\nCarrying such weight
\nThe straw that broke the camels back
\nHas broken ours our fate
\nIndian processions
\nAll drums and pipes and more
\nThe over exited people
\nLike armies from before
\nThe drapes and silks and roughness
\nThat is strapped around us, we
\nCan crack it all comes back
\nAnd we run remarkably<\/p>\n
Out to kill Those mahouts
\nEach mouse like ragged doll
\nWho from behind can blow our mind
\nWith a bull hook through our soul
\nShake those bloody riders off
\nCrush their miserable bones
\nToss them through oblivion
\nAnd listen to their moans<\/p>\n
Remember each and every one
\nWho ever was unkind
\nWho ever raised a bull hook
\nAnd whipped you from behind
\nTread down heavily on their bodies
\nReward them for their sin
\nThey were Fucking awful to you
\nNow that you can pin<\/p>\n
Them
\nDown go do it squash them
\nLet them feel each whack
\nGrind their bones to dust
\nMake each true attack
\nAs painful and as fatal
\nAs all those years of woe
\nYou took it with a trumpet
\nAnd now of course they know<\/p>\n
Nobody is innocent all lining the route
\nBy their actually being there
\nThey support it at their root
\nBy their real complacency
\nUnwilling to join the throng
\nOf activists the AR crowd
\nWho all know just how wrong<\/p>\n
The public are and the rest of them
\nThe robots in the street
\nSo go among them and batter them
\nWake them up greet
\nTheir selfishness their evil
\nTemple swigging sods
\nWho take their miserable offerings
\nAnd present them to their gods<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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