Pigs Are Drunk On Red Haste

One Bucket to live by

A single bread to eat

Shared between a family

Perched on earthen seat

The dry months

The dry mouths

The hungry depraved

What have YOU given?

What have you taken?

To your silent grave.

Glimering, glittering Chairs

Red pens, marks, signatures

Demanding; approving colonists

Feeding pigs with fake dentures

And they wonder "what prices?"

What labels and what gods?

Why recession, ineffectiveness

One dime gamed, two dimes lost

Where is the food?

Where is the key?

Where are the streets?

WHO cares?

What of their needs?

Where is the promised smile?

Where are the promised crops?

What happened to the negotiations?

You stuffed it in your socks?

You forgot the families

While working on your lies

You fight for Janpath lane

While the poor deprived dies

Welcome to masspolitial disorder

Here disoriented beings have sworn to bring order

And then the common man lays back and wonders

Why us? WHO? US? WHy?

* Inspired by a poem "dry song"

by Shinjini Singh A.K.A Missy didi