Poison
Packaged in glamorous guise –
Concealed within the swish shadows
Of ritzy rendezvous:
Handshakes for
Favours, promises.
Deals — sealed.
Cheques — cashed.
Blood spills.
Egos soar.
Poison
Seeps into the minds
Of the easy few,
Slaves
To the fallacious allure of
Caste and inheritance,
Willing buyers
Of empty offers,
Complicit
In the passing of the vial
Between fathers and sons –
The murder of motherland
Poison,
Now served in plain view,
Stains their hands,
Clings to their collars,
Attaches itself to their words.
“So what?”
They won’t be sullied
By shame or empathy –
The ‘weaknesses of the common man.
The sea, herself, is their prisoner,
Nature, their hostage,
The ransom: obedience.
Only, this time,
Few can afford to pay.
By Anida Ramsamy
