the great saga of incompressible longevity

in revolution, ideology is thin within ‘must win’;
non-violent, violent, in this sensitive world
say, you may, anything but don’t bore
need quality, good quality, heavy substance
and score!
no more gastric gusts– enough hunger-strike!
fight, anyhow but don’t fall behind
fights constant fight, five times a year
no fear, clear strikes – get them!
pockets emptied, brains fried,
as the world being asked cries with us
sacrifices underneath, whirling emblems of peace over
the braving causalities
elites an’ schoolchildren, monks an’ laities,
burma roads humbly red in grease!
in hunger, in thirst, stupid kids got some guns – and
fires meet
virgins struggle,
screams explode;
with their feet, forced
porters clear the mines...
where we go, where we get! lost but resolve shyne!
maybe tomorrow!
we do love our neighbours, they don’t loathe us either!
cheap labours and’ cattle traders crossing the borders,
the refugees make a living!
the communist gifting the lunatic more power of fire;
as free world sifting the asylum seekers with classic nets!
for us be
honest an’ righteous, this is moral revolution!
our national evolution!
should freedom come from the west or east?
plots composed in mayhem, mockery achieved its rhythm;
stubborn tricks are everything, whether old or not working!
unruly generals in limousine, the vendors
selling ideological materials being run over
along the cocky lore of life –
waves, fish for lust, riddles...
the cradles have just raised some new hopes
the ladders have been crowded and broken
the conveyor-belts jammed with unsurprising events
couldn’t carry on anymore?
leadership telling unscored speeches all over again
a stroke at heart – pain in the guts
new game has started once more...