The Quarrel On The King's Highway

 

The quarrel on the King’s Highway

The Rajpath of the largest democracy is no different

From what we see and hear in our mohallas

The opposition leader called the top executive

A thief for the arms deal he secretly made

With the President of a European nation

And for the country nephew he made a middleman!

For bypassing the accomplished national builder

And depositing unconditional trust on a greenhorn

Who hasn’t assembled a toy airplane to date

The responsibility of building fighter jets

To secure the motherland from inimical neighbors

What can the businessman do,

though for two generations reputed he may be?

The powerful call the boy many names

They employ their departments to malign him

They drag his family members

And smear any relative of him they find

All the media cannons they could turn at him

All the ministers with any voice

Male, female, blogging and slogging!

How could the young son of a gun

Have the temerity of pointing a finger

At the graybeard, with no children to rear

And no wives and women to please

With no safeboxes to store stolen money

How could the baby born yesterday

Dare to challenge the saintly man on the throne?

We’ve heard some great historian said

So truly, “Power corrupts

and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

Arrogance and belligerence are its illegitimate brood.

the boy is saying things which are rattling

The powers that be! Why so?

People can sense the truth of his words!

Xavier Bage

Sat, 29 September 2018