They speak of the love affairs of celebrities
And the scores of sport stars
On live TV.
They speak of gourmet meals
And reality shows, and tell us what should matter
To you, to her, to him and to me.
And meanwhile, drones still fly
Over weddings and schools
Children die, and parents weep.
The shadow of imperialism stalks
Foreign lands. And meanwhile, freedom marches on
With boots blood-drenched with the souls of the
Innocent, and the tears of the
And meanwhile, countries scream
Under the bloodstained knives of freedom's warriors,
Wherever and whoever they may be.
And, meanwhile, the planet bleeds oil
The air reeks poison, and the rivers seethe.
Not a word of that
Will they speak.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2014