Indictment – A Poem

Indictment400X300

VargheseVerghese Mathew Pamplani – Mob.No. +91 9447152533  Email: pmvparijat@Gmail.com

I am born free and I will live free for sure


Will protect this in‐born right with all my might

The invisible shackles of yours, I condemn


Don’t dare to meddle with my life in any way 


Reason guides my thoughts and actions 


Muzzle not my ideas on purpose of existence 


None has the right to lord over me, beware


I will decide what is good for me, not you.

 

I tune my life with reason and nature.


Not with the nostrums of bygone past


Your insane codes deserve only contempt 


How imbecile are your dogmas and faith


Your mysteries lead only to cul‐de‐sacs


You hoodwink the credulous with “revelation” 


Your “trinity” is an abomination a non‐sense 


Now dumped into the abyss of “mystery”!! 


Your virgin Madonna evokes only derision 


Your plaster saints are of no consequence.

 

Your worship is a sham charade, meaningless


No sane man will butcher and devour his god


A revolting vestige of bygone savage days of yore 


Your stock‐in‐trade, mystery, magic and miracles 


Mary and money added to amass filthy lucre 


Hatch, match and dispatch are for money grab


You look for sin every nook and corner


And find it in every gesture and movement


You live by selling guilt and hell wholesale.

 

You frighten the faithful with eternal damnation 


You stuff the children’s minds with inanities


You inculcate mortal fear into feeble hearts


And make them mentally adrift for ever

You survive on disquiet and disequilibrium


You say death is because Adam slept with Eve 


And your mom conceived you by fornication


Why listen to rantings of an African debauchee 


And heed his depraved nauseating “confessions” 


Your views on women, marriage and life in general 


Are dead‐wood, fossilised unfit for today’s world 


Why do you still follow the nomad tribe’s beliefs 


Driven hither and hither by others of warring kind 


Why do you follow the morals of an alien place 


Why not absorb ethos of the land of birth?

 

You say the body is corrupt, an abode of evil 


And the non‐existent soul is all that matters

A cleaver ploy to cheat and loot, no holds barred 


Your glib words impress mentally retarded


You are an ostrich with head under the sand. 


You parade the dead to instil fear and awe

You snatch others’ wealth without scruples 


You are after free‐ lunch without any shame 


And bark and bite the hands that feed you 


You remorseless debauchers, shame on you 


When cornered you condemn and curse 


You spread canards and escape, cowards 


Your ploy is terminological inexactitudes 


Innuendo, potent weapon in your armoury.

 

You thieve and rob farthings of the poor


Spend them for opulence and life luxurious


You tell the folks to forgo their pleasures


While indulging in gluttony unbound


You are miserly in forgoing your things


But force the have‐not to share his poverty


Why not charity begins at home for a change


The dichotomy between words and deeds glaring

 

Your Church a fraud, blot, and curse on human race 


How much innocent blood, the Church did shed


It burned Bruno, Hus and others for their views


With the rake and burning stake, imposed its will 


Did shameful deeds for status, power and pelf

It's path littered with cruelties, murders unparalleled 


It killed, plundered and looted with impunity


It messed up human progress at every turn


The sordid doings of Borgia, John et al

Make worst criminal a saint in comparison


Yet the Church claims to be “holy” and “divine”! 


You survive with Orwellian “double speak”


You have turned your back on the Galilean, so sad 


His message is dumped on the wayside, tragedy.

 

I have an identity you should recognise


I am not a goat to be herded with a crook


No nit‐wit shall sit in judgement on me, mind it


I don’t dislike your person, but hate your craft


If I have to respect you, you do same to me too 


You are not any chosen‐one with a halo on the top

I respect the other and his pursuit of happiness 


Recognise human dignity and rights of man 


And the relevance of all creatures on earth 


Never tell me which song I choose to sing

And which music I am inclined to hear 


Dare not ever proscribe the books I read.

 

To be happy is my birthright, don’t butt in


Don’t dissuade me from enjoying my life


Don’t peep into my bed‐room, ”Big Brother”


Your taboos on the orifices I access

I discard
The side of the bed I sleep is my choice, don’t meddle 


My person and being is of value to me, don’t interfere 


My privacy is paramount to me, don’t pry at all

You can go to the hell you have created, alone 


None will follow you mate thither, Amen

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

comments

You may also like...

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

7 + 10 =