Puff, Powder, Power, People and Puke

At the mountains of marijuana
The military plays hide and seek with the guerilla
In the hills of heroin, the poppy fields bloom
Like Mao's a thousand flowers but in gloom;

A thousand of marijuana joints march
A million of skin the heroin shots parch
Atop the mountains and the hills' circus
The theatre curtain is so obvious

As the blood-stained curtain spreads slowly in the valley,
So clearly too, does each on their own. The absurdity.

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   Some haikoo I found hiding inside my ooppoo   

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It is still so hot
They have the fan and ac
And I walk in nude.

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these guys in sea green
they are serving the nation
Disguised as rapists

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in whisky bottles
lie all the joy and sorrow
liver cirhossis

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with rum and vodka
many winters drank and puked
the spring’s hangover

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6:36 AM, September 12

There was a riot on TV,
And alarms prompted on the All India Radio
The Sub Inspector, after he smacked his wife’s arse
After he smacked his officer’s arse
After he kowtowed to his Inspector;
He called up the officer-in-charge
“They are staging a sit-in-protest.!”
“But we are raping their protest.”
The people were making effigies,
And the ministers and the rebels -
They went laughing all the way to the bank.
So was the street deserted
but for those kids with slings and stones.

[Image courtesy: clckr.com]
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