The Excessively-Politicking Aap

Wearing the white caps,
Sweeping the markets,
The lanes and by-lanes
Of towns and streets,
Making a mockery of,
Camping and lecturing together with
Without differentiating anything,
They all wanting to be leaders,
I mean the common men,
With a hidden agenda and strategy of own
As for to come to the fore.

A govt. of the people, by the people, for the people,
The ideal looks good,
But will they be able to keep up?
Mind it,
It is power which but corrupts it all,
Maddens it all
And the people seem to be crazy after that,
Even Mao with the gun.

by Bijay Kant Dubey

Comments (6)

Gulp! The man had such an imagination and put together the most strange thoughts and they suddenly belonged together because he sang them into your soul. Miss his voice in poem and song
I first heard this poem sung over the radio in my parent's restaurant in New York City when I was a little girl and this has been one of my lifetime favorites..Thank you! a ten and a share on Facebook..
............beautiful and lyrical, an amazing write ★
FULL TEXT: ''Suzanne'' Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
This is fine as a poem or a song.
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