Deception

‘Like a bubble is sensation,

like a mirage is perception’

the noble words then question

if what’s seen and felt’s illusion.

Love’s just a placid feeling

that covers up in icing

the rotten cake of reason

and continues its treason

For greed and taste of power

in government high position

injustices do happen

no comfort in position

In bright expensive shirts

sits the beggar on the roadside

humped on a milestone

with his legs amputated

Commuters out of sympathy

give him big notes of money

rumours said he earned a living

from the interest of money-lending

Life’s just a bloody fiasco

a pretentious existence

garrulous women in their make-up

clean suit men forging an attitude

Deception works both ways-

for in cheating on the other

only the self is in deceit

with no firm ground underneath

It’s all but a gladiator’s game

not in Greek but Modern Times

the result remains the same-

in combat you live, if not you die.