Poetry

Thursday, 23 July 2026

Oddballs

Oddballs

Got to stick together

In the billiard halls

Everyone one of us knocking about

No pocket to fit it

Wrong shape 

We stick out

How can you call us those name like that

Too cruel

This world where shame

has no business

To walk about

It's a crazy contagion

Of America first

And their values of selfishness

That's misled the worst

But we had no other route to succession

We had to choose a leader

America was progression

But they never really gave

Two hoots about anyone

It has always been a giant supernova

Galaxy

Sucking up the smaller satellite countries

In its gravity

And spitting out its ores and strange technologies

Serving some strange Gods

They have inherited in Indian territories

But it's a bone shaking constitution

Of diverse realities

And our own culture is laser cut

And spiralling apart

Like a hologram of hearts

That shimmer and shiver, 

And tremble in society

In self-deluded imagery

In self-serving idolatry


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