Indictment – A Poem
Verghese 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
