War Poem

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Here’s an acerbic Glosa that narrates the insanity and the unsympathetic apathy of war through verse.

Flying Bombs and blowing landmines
while we eat dosa and tomato chutney.
Reading news of stock markets crashing,
investing purples, oranges and greens.
Greens. Eat your greens. Food is pricier.
Fuel is gold. We’d still drink that than water.
Can I get some ice? Before it all melts.
Can’t you see? We live capriciously,
wild and free. So, what if we live
of a disastrous reign in the house of money?



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