Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Seed of Evil

Running with scissors and playing with fire
It’s been from his childhood, a raving desire.
Born out of greed and insatiable lust
Bred in the darkness and biting his dust.

An object of shame to the icon of fame
There’s none on the street that does not know his name.
Out from the night he’ll march into light
Crawl from down under to reach for the skies.

Conquer the oblivion, enter new life.
Into this brave new world, die to survive.
By failing to follow the old and the wise
And selling your soul to the merchant of lies.

Worshipped like heroes, he waits for his turn,
Take on the world while he’s watching it burn.
Wasting his life all in search of his birth,
For waging vendettas, escaping his fate.

Out in this wilderness raking his game
Deliver insanity, spreading the plague.
Branding them lepers that's cursing his fate
And then cast them out, damn them and live through their hate.

He lives on and on till the end of our time
Breeding with him all his hate and his crime.
Laughing and mocking at bishops their faith
The ruler, his mantle, a hero today.

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5 comments:

Vivek said...

Nice one!
Every line is applicable to common day man.
Good that poetry is back on this Gemini's mind.
:D

Rakesh Vanamali said...

Quite alike the attribute of an Indian politician! Very well written!

Powerful description indeed!

Vibushan L Narayan said...

@Vivek, Rakesh
quite intended :D Thanks :)

Raghul said...

21st century RobertFrost :) keep it up da vibu :) very nice one

Vibushan L Narayan said...

@Raghul
Not that big a comparison :) but thanks for the encouragement:)