You google lavish Porsche sipping Latte,
plump fingers scrolling fancy images,
thermostat stuck at a fixed temperature,
you glower at the assistant for pending checkup,
awaiting deals of millions to boast with greed.
Pulse rate soars with flickering prices,
you yell at my screen, "It sucks!"
Hold on my friend you really don't know-
I wish you'd googled the phrase,
you'd float in oceans of realities
and know what really sucks.
A boy who spent his years earning from cremations
witnessing teary families among pools of churned corpses,
on morose blue nights with howling wolves
vultures screeching for food in a desolate barren forest
would be baffled to hear you whine about your life--
a word for your ignorance.
That man in your office spent years slogging for you
to find an abode for his family, pay his bills and sleep in peace;
crumbling under your tyranny he passed away last week,
his family would has never seen such delicate issues--
a word for your indifference.
Your own old neighbour evacuated his place yesterday
sighing under indebted loans, he couldn't afford the lawsuit
you'd filed against him for creating an old age home
at the land you'd always wanted; he'd wonder for sure--
a word for your insensitivity.
The woman outside your building wanted a petty job to heal her child
crying in pain on a Winter night; her wailing sobs unheard by you
would tell her child to have faith while she watches him slowly die,
she'd love to mop her anxieties again--
a word for your insanity.
They haven't use that word
they know what really sucks.
You've signed a deal for millions
with those in dictating power
of weapons, drugs and tools,
spewing hazardous venom indeed
to people in every country,
you celebrate this victory,
a masked Red dragon awakens;
yet when wars are waged
calamities descend on lands
diplomats express fake condolences
you'll join them in charades
vile progressions to paint in red
the world with blood-soaked money,
laughing at those who suffer--
a word for your monstrosity.
You keep your fingers crossed and wish for an antidote to cure
burning lands afar in greed; your thermostat and Porsche
could save you until then but honey do you ever wonder
what would you say when flames drape your paradise
and you believe it sucks; it really does..
