THE SELFISH GOD OF FRAUD Poem, by JVL NARASIMHA RAO, at My poetic side

Before the election

Like a poor beggar you

Come to us with your

Folded hands, sweet words

Magical tricks and alluring

promises. You swear to bring

heaven to earth FOR US

After the election you

Will build a temple for

Yourself and become

A god of fraud in the sanctum

and bless only the rich, mighty

and the powerful as they offer

you lucrative offerings and

bribe the priest with luring

gifts and gold coins

The poor and the oppressed

Have to wait outside

the corridors of the temple

in an unending queue

lamenting their fate and

your broken promises

they know you are a

selfish god of fraud

of only the rich and the mighty

Comments +

Cheeky Missy January 6th, 2011 12:26
The picture is so fitting.....and I shrank from it....it is perfect though, and you stated it excellently....reminds me too of what the Bible says about Babylon, "Mother of harlots and abominations....which ruleth over the kings of the earth....." I hate the picture for it's indecency, and yet it is only all too fitting.
jvl narasimha rao January 6th, 2011 20:08
Dear Cheeky, Thank you very much for your encouraging comments and liberal voting.I too hesitated to add the picture for its indecency but like you only it was fitting
yours lovingly,
JVL

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THE SELFISH GOD OF FRAUD