Tuesday, April 27, 2010

An Ode 'Against' Hypocrisy

Haywain by Hieronymus Bosch

Twisted perverse minds.
No disgrace, no honour.
They talk about all their new finds.
They talk about furnishing the new world.
Cheap trash talk all that they're capable of.
Leave them behind, I say to rot.

Degenerates, filthy swines.
Combing the sewers but pretending they're suites.
And all the time as their erstwhile
Companions, we could lose balance, become too fluid.
Leave them where they are, I say.
Like dirty cigarettes in a grimy ashtray.

Backstabbers all the bunch of them.
Lining up to murder the innocent.
A disease very much like a sick man's phlegm.
Result of depraved thoughts in a mind easily bent.
They say something, they do something else.
Liars and hypocrites to the guillotine, all else pervade.


Priyadarshini said...


D2 said...

@Priyadarshini : I guess that's about as profound as you can get!

Zave said...

Great write my friend.
Somewhat difficult to digest at some points!

Zave said...

And the more I read the more I unearth!

D2 said...

@Zave : Thanks man.

Take a look at the painting as well. Great piece of art from the 15th century.

Surbhi Jain said...

beautifully written.. came out really well!

D2 said...

Thanks, Surbhi.

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