Campaign-in-the-arse

you might see it as a lofty demonstration

or a revolt or an influential song of protest

with banners and shouts flying

at first your heart feels something

against the horrors, the injustices

your throat tightens

you swallow on your counterfeited tears

and then you try hard

to suppress your attraction to these misfortunes – as long

as they are happening far far away

you can not help to sprout a smug smile as

you feel very chuffed with yourself in

keeping up appearances and

indulging in mock compassion

this whole act wishes to quote all the idealism the world has ever known

I refuse to use any metaphoric descriptions

in fear that this piece of white's desire might get nebulous

we do not want that, do we?

these words beseech you to stop listening to

any lecturing, flattery, poems, anthems, anecdotes and confessions

they are all ego-driven and  emotion-based

and stay away from protestations

they are simply an expression of a spoilt childhood

these black-and-too-easily-decipherable-hieroglyphs do

not wish to be interpreted as an ultimatum

and do not want to incite praise, prayer or discussions

pay attention to the undercurrent!

you might think it is all dumfounded truths and unholy lies

but that is only your inner turmoiled dialogue

bursting out of its thought-bubble-seams

if you want to learn the steps on how to choreograph a campaign

please do not read the attached memorandum

and please do not ever petition from near or afar

this laptop-pretending-to-be-an-armchair fighting for a cause
will not stop the poverty and injustice

i can only pull tears out of my eyes and murmur

a blessing on the gullibility of the congregated masses

as they continue to hope that there will be

a cause hidden in the dust of the marches