asma bahrainwala - ** (My first attempt at satire)

asma bahrainwala - ** (My first attempt at satire)

A mighty nincompoop br The presiding deity seated on br The canonical pedestal br Sways his scepter br That much resembles a torch br Emitting puffs of smoke. br br But this torch is no beacon br As it blurs his (own) vision br And fills his (own) mind with smoke. br br All his devotees who br Prostrate themselves before him br Choke and gasp for a breath br Of fresh air and of some hope br In his temple so filled with smoke. br br This dunce, this numskull, br This egghead with a sight so short br And so petty in his thoughts br Roars with laughter br At his own silly jokes br No doubt! His mind is filled with smoke. br br He divines the past br And anticipates that which is br Long dead and gone br None can check him br None can even mock br Because his mind is filled with smoke. br br With his pretense of wisdom and knowledge br He tries to thrust people into bondage. br He is a casuist outright who br Twists and bends facts br And infiltrates minds with sheer non-sense. br He dissuades any new sprout br Nips it in the bud, discredits creativity, br Stamps it with a thud. br br br 6th September 2007 br 11.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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