Of Today And Tomorrow (Controversial Poems)

The Court Of Humanity

Wrote this when I was really mad at the press media. Full of metaphors. The poem is probably a conceit.

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Nazarian: Hindi for the way of looking at things/ perspective

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Beware!
Be warned!
They're at it again!
The blame game has started.
Fingers are being pointed.
Whose fault is it?
Who's to blame?
Nobody is safe now.

The innocent
Will be proven guilty.
They'll be punished
For the crime of society.
They'll be loathed
For living their life.
The herd will come,
The dogs will bark.
They'll blame,
And they'll argue.

Because really,
It has to be someone's fault.
Someone has to be guilty.
Someone has to be punished.

Right?

And the ones
Caught in between
Will be us-
The common man.

The victim's lawyer
Will blame anyone he sees,
To hell with the victim's consent.

There will be witnesses
And justifies,
Unwanted or not,
Fake or not.

And who's the judge?
Well, It's us of course.

All of them-
The lawyers and the witnesses,
Will bring the case to us ordinaries,
For us to decide
Who to blame,
And who to punish.
For justice, right?
For humanity?
For mortality?

Right?

Pfft!
Is this what we call justice?

The lawyers just want a promotion,
Power to hold.

And the witnesses?
Oh, the justifiers!
They're good, no?
Of course!
Their truths hold so much evidence,
Their words hold so much weight.
And they got it all on camera after all,
They're the media after all.
They can judge anyone, can't they?
They know it all:
Who's wrong, who's right!

Though all sarcasm aside,
Shouldn't we have the right
To form our own opinions?
Own thoughts?
Own judgment?
Aren't we the judge?
We know who's wrong, who's right.

Ah! The subtle art of manipulation!
Not even known to the manipulator themselves!
Don't you see what you're doing?
Deciding who's to hate
Who's to like?

"Nazarian" they call it,
The way of looking at things.

Oh! But what of the accused?
So they didn't commit any crime?
Are they innocent really?

No.

Of course not.

People deceive all the time.
But-
But, they make mistakes too.
They get careless sometimes.
No one's saying that they're free of fault.
But shouldn't we be the ones to decide?
Decide who's to blame.
Decide who just made an honest mistake.

"Democracy" they call it,
"The people's rule"
Then, how is it
That you're making our decisions
All on your own?

Are we a child to you?
Someone to take advantage of?
Because we're oh so naive?

They call it a voice,
The voice of the "people,"
The voice of our "ruler"
And you know what?
There was a time when
You were truly one of us-
The voice,
The voice of society.

But ah! The sweet call of power!
And the exotic aroma of money!
Greed called to you,
And now you are corrupt,
Without even knowing it.
And you should know,
Corruption doesn't always relate to money,
And not power either.
It goes deeper,
Deeper into our minds
To make us the manipulators,
And the judge,
And the witnesses.

So this is a voice,
A voice to tell you:

Stop.

Stop blaming.

We're humans,
We do blame.
But we really are humans,
And we should also be
Just,
Merciful,
Truthful.

Yes, those emotions are ours,
Not some aliens' from Mars.
We love.
Not hate-
But love.

Isn't this what you call humanity?

Then let us be the judge,
Let us make our own decisions,
Our own conclusions.

Your only job-
Our only job,
Is to look out for each other.
To help each other.
To save each other.
To make each other happy.

I know we don't live in a fairytale,
But even tragedies have a moral,
A sensibility,
Some humanity.

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The sarcasm was heavy here. Didn't know I had it in me. 

The poem doesn't only apply to the press. The "blame game" is everywhere.