Hail thee
Another series of game
Is ready to begin
The coin was tossed
Up the sprit of money
And down
The sprit of game
Which the old masters named as gentleman's
And captured the body and mind
In the making of slavedom
The Aces
In the minds of fans
Fall down as in the pack of cards
Into the pockets of Merchants
The messiahs of extortion
And exploitation
Now owns the old Master's famed Game
The electryfying element
Of the modern day nationalisms
Of the failed states
Which celebratre independance
Once in a year
A monumental annual event
Within the thick forest of militarists
Is now become the property
Of New Masters
The invisible rulers
Oh the children of bared bodies
Playing under the banyan trees
Be prepared yourself
May you be the next target
Of the emperors of the post modern world.
Because they had the plans
Not only to own
The farm fresh huts
In the corners of the villages
But the playing kids in their mother's lap
With the lullabies too
S.Jeyasankar
26.02.2008
