So taking inspiration from the french revolution and recently put on hold farmer protests in Delhi , I present to you my first for the A to Z challenge "Antoinette". Also submitting it for Poet's United theme News Media which has much maligned this movement.
Atrophy
Asinine
splendour
Avarice which
just got grander.
The sound of a
million gold coins
Tunes you deaf
To lesser men
and metals
Acrimony and
anthrax
Poisoned the air
outside
Air conditioned
rooms
Chilled you from
inside.
Astonishing we
find
The greed of the
rich folks
Even our daily
fight for food
Doesn’t come
close..
Running a rigged
race
You still keep
scores
Stamping on our
shoulders
You reach up
Now you eat our
cake
And sprinkle
some bread crumbs
From that balcony
of yours,
When that gets
over
You wear back
your gloves
And ask us to
eat cake
With no reason
or rhyme.
Hence now we
revolt
By sitting in
front of (Y)our King’s office
Eating rats
Drinking urine
and
Running naked to
highlight our plight
Your media
brands us as frauds
And he won’t
even come out
To meet us.
We are just
thirsty for some justice
Please don’t
pour acid on it.
