Food Chain


The Eagle is an octopus in disguise,

winding its slithering tentacles,

around my country, my world,

smothering and feeding on its life;

the next door Neighbour,

is no better than a traitor,

who left us in the lurch,

I heard them say,

“when politics come in the door,

friendship flies out the window”;

the Dragon creeps,

to slay its slayers,

in ‘ninja’ style,

making its way through us;

the malnourished Miracle of Asia,

is in midst of  a chalk circle,

about to get its limbs split.

Could there be

a greater punishment,

than this?

Fate is cruel,

Food chain is crueler still.


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